A Collection of Poems: Viz. The Temple of DeathRalph Smith, at the Bible, 1702 - 453 páginas |
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... bear , And Winter is the only Season there , Millions of Graves cover the fpacious Field , And fprings of Blood a thousand Rivers yield , Whose ftreams oppreft with Carcafes and Bones , Instead of gentle Murmurs , pour forth Groans ...
... bear , And Winter is the only Season there , Millions of Graves cover the fpacious Field , And fprings of Blood a thousand Rivers yield , Whose ftreams oppreft with Carcafes and Bones , Instead of gentle Murmurs , pour forth Groans ...
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... bear That rufty Scepter , which poor Mortals fear ; Who wanting Eyes , thy felf refpe & teft none , And neither spares the Laurel , nor the Crown ! Oh thou , whom all Mankind in vain with- stands ! Each of whofe Blood muft one day ftain ...
... bear That rufty Scepter , which poor Mortals fear ; Who wanting Eyes , thy felf refpe & teft none , And neither spares the Laurel , nor the Crown ! Oh thou , whom all Mankind in vain with- stands ! Each of whofe Blood muft one day ftain ...
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... bear , I fear her Death , and fhe bewails my Fear ; Though we thus fuffer under Fortune's Darts , ' Tis only those of Love which reach our Hearts . Meanwhile the Fever mocks at all our Fears , Grows by our Sighs , and rages at our Tears ...
... bear , I fear her Death , and fhe bewails my Fear ; Though we thus fuffer under Fortune's Darts , ' Tis only those of Love which reach our Hearts . Meanwhile the Fever mocks at all our Fears , Grows by our Sighs , and rages at our Tears ...
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... Ruler of the Globe , Who ufeth thee for his Empyreal Robe : ye loud harmonious Spheres , Praise him Whofe Sacred Stamp all Nature bears . Who Who did all Forms from the rude Chaos draw , 44 A Paraphrafe on Pfalm 148 .
... Ruler of the Globe , Who ufeth thee for his Empyreal Robe : ye loud harmonious Spheres , Praise him Whofe Sacred Stamp all Nature bears . Who Who did all Forms from the rude Chaos draw , 44 A Paraphrafe on Pfalm 148 .
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... as you deny . Learn then of me bravely to bear The want of what you hold most dear ; And that which Honour does in Let my Example work on thee . me , то P ΤΟ CELIA . By the fame Author . Rinces 75 wer, by the fame Author P.
... as you deny . Learn then of me bravely to bear The want of what you hold most dear ; And that which Honour does in Let my Example work on thee . me , то P ΤΟ CELIA . By the fame Author . Rinces 75 wer, by the fame Author P.
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Términos y frases comunes
Arms Beauty beſt Bleffings bleft Breaft bright Cauſe Celia Charms Conqueft cou'd Courſe Death defign defire Deſpair difdain Divine Eaſe Edmund Arwaker Empire Eyes Fair fame Author Fate fear fecure feem felf fhall fhew fhining fhou'd fight filent fince firſt Flame foft fome foon ftand ftill ftrength fuch fure Glorious Glory Goddeſs Gods Grace Grief Happineſs Heart Heaven Hero himſelf Honour Hymen infpire Jove juft juſt King laft laſt leaſt lefs Lesbia loft loſe Lov'd Love Lovers mighty moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er Numbers Nymph once Paffion pleaſe Pleaſure Poets Pow'r Praife Praiſe Pride Prince Queen Rage raiſe reft reſt rife ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould Sir Charles Sedley Sir George Etherege SONG Soul ſpread ſtill Tears Thee themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand Thy facred influence uſe Verfe Verſe Whilft whofe Whoſe Winter's Child wou'd Wounds Youth ΤΟ
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Página 307 - Lets through its meshes every meaner thought, While rich ideas there are only caught? Sure that's not all; this is a piece too fair To be the child of Chance, and not of Care. No atoms casually together hurl'd Could e'er produce so beautiful a world. Nor dare I such a doctrine here admit, As would destroy the providence of Wit. Tis your strong genius, then, which does not feel Those weights would make a weaker spirit reel.
Página 306 - Singing no more can your foft numbers grace, Than paint adds charms unto a beauteous face. Yet as, when mighty rivers gently creep, Their even calmnefs does fuppofe them deep ; Such is your Mufe : no metaphor fwell'd high With dangerous boldnefs lifts her to the fky : Thofe mounting fancies, when they fall again, Shew fand and dirt at bottom do remain.
Página 393 - HAPPY the man who, void of cares and strife, In silken or in leathern purse retains A Splendid Shilling. He nor hears with pain New oysters...
Página 319 - ... courts, or starve, Were proud, so good a Government to serve ; And, mixing with buffoons and pimps profane, Tainted the stage for some small snip of gain : For they, like harlots, under bawds professed, Took all the ungodly pains, and got the least.
Página 411 - Of our deprest, and pond'rous Frame, Which, till the First degrading Sin Let Thee, its dull Attendant, in, Still with the Other did comply, Nor clogg'd the Active Soul, dispos'd to fly, And range the Mansions of it's native Sky.
Página 154 - And while her power he does defame; He poorly doubles his own shame! Even that, malice does betray, And speak concern another way; And all such scorn in men is but The smokes of fires ill put out!
Página 31 - I'll expeft the fatal blow ; My limbs not trembling, in my mind no fear, Plaints in my mouth, nor in my eyes a tear. Think not that Time, our wonted fure relief, That univerfal cure for every grief, Whofe aid fo many lovers oft...
Página 45 - At whofe command the foaming billows roar, Yet know their limits, tremble and adore. Ye...
Página 397 - Regardless of their fate, rush on the toils Inextricable, nor will aught avail Their arts, or arms, or shapes of lovely hue ; The wasp insidious, and the buzzing drone, And butterfly proud of expanded wings Distinct with gold, entangled in her snares, Useless resistance make : with eager strides, She...
Página 283 - Then bless your stars, you happy London Wives Who love at large, each Day, yet keep your Lives: Nor envy poor Imoinda's doating...