Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Volumen1Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... She faintly cry'd ; Night , and the Powers of Hell Surround my eyes , O Orpheus , O farewel : My hands ftretch forth to reach thee as before , But all in vain , alas , I'm thine no more ; No more allow'd to behold him or day ; Then from ...
... She faintly cry'd ; Night , and the Powers of Hell Surround my eyes , O Orpheus , O farewel : My hands ftretch forth to reach thee as before , But all in vain , alas , I'm thine no more ; No more allow'd to behold him or day ; Then from ...
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... she is that can believe Mankind ; Who fuch Excufes for himself pretends , Will eas'ly bear the abfence he defends . A little time , I fear , will quite deface The thoughts of me , to give another place : Fool that I was my weakness to ...
... she is that can believe Mankind ; Who fuch Excufes for himself pretends , Will eas'ly bear the abfence he defends . A little time , I fear , will quite deface The thoughts of me , to give another place : Fool that I was my weakness to ...
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... She a lovely Soul , Her Basket lay before her , and her Wooll , Sate midft her Maids , and as they wrought the faid , Make hafte , ' tis for my Lord as foon as made ; Yet what d'ye hear ? ( for you perchance may hear ) How long is't e ...
... She a lovely Soul , Her Basket lay before her , and her Wooll , Sate midft her Maids , and as they wrought the faid , Make hafte , ' tis for my Lord as foon as made ; Yet what d'ye hear ? ( for you perchance may hear ) How long is't e ...
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... She trembled , and she breath'd , and that was all : What could the do ? Ah ! could fhe ftrive ? with whom ? A Man ! a Woman's eafily o'ercome . Should the cry out , and make Complaints of wrong , His violent Sword had quickly ftopt her ...
... She trembled , and she breath'd , and that was all : What could the do ? Ah ! could fhe ftrive ? with whom ? A Man ! a Woman's eafily o'ercome . Should the cry out , and make Complaints of wrong , His violent Sword had quickly ftopt her ...
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... She blusht , and rofe , and double Mousing wears , As for her only Son , the fits in Tears , And for her Father , and her Husband fends } Each quickly hears the meffage , and attends . But when they came , and faw her drown'd in Tears ...
... She blusht , and rofe , and double Mousing wears , As for her only Son , the fits in Tears , And for her Father , and her Husband fends } Each quickly hears the meffage , and attends . But when they came , and faw her drown'd in Tears ...
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Página 152 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Página 148 - Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp and feast and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry, — Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Página 145 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Página 24 - Refuse his age the needful hours of rest ? Punish a body which he could not please ; Bankrupt of life, yet prodigal of ease ? And all to leave what with his toil he won, To that unfeather'd two-legg'd thing, a son ; Got while his soul did huddled notions try, And born a shapeless lump, like anarchy.
Página 159 - Twould stay, and run again, and stay, For it was nimbler much than hinds; And trod as if on the four winds. I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness, And all the springtime of the year It only loved to be there.
Página 166 - So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and, with new spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves.
Página 6 - This is thy province, this thy wondrous way, New humours to invent for each new play: This is that boasted...
Página 2 - Heywood and Shirley were but types of thee, Thou last great prophet of tautology: Even I, a dunce of more renown than they, ^ Was sent before but to prepare thy way: And coarsely clad in Norwich drugget came To teach the nations in thy greater name.
Página 153 - Softly on my eyelids laid; And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some Spirit to mortals good, Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Página 158 - Is dyed in such a purple grain. There is not such another in The world to offer for their sin.