Original Poems, Volume 2A. Kincaid and W. Creech, and J. Balfour, 1773 |
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Pagina 9
... She fear'd no danger , for he knew no fin . Yet had the oft been chas'd with horns and hounds , And Scythian fhafts ; and many winged wounds Aim'd at her heart ; was often forc'd to fly , And doom'd to death , though fated not to die ...
... She fear'd no danger , for he knew no fin . Yet had the oft been chas'd with horns and hounds , And Scythian fhafts ; and many winged wounds Aim'd at her heart ; was often forc'd to fly , And doom'd to death , though fated not to die ...
Pagina 20
... She were too good to be a beast of prey ! How can I praise , or blame , and not offend , Or how divide the frailty from the friend ? Her faults and virtues lie fo mix'd , that the Nor wholly ftands condemn'd , nor wholly free . Then ...
... She were too good to be a beast of prey ! How can I praise , or blame , and not offend , Or how divide the frailty from the friend ? Her faults and virtues lie fo mix'd , that the Nor wholly ftands condemn'd , nor wholly free . Then ...
Pagina 22
... she bore , The crofier wielded , and the mitre wore . Her upper part of decent difcipline Shew'd affectation of an antient line ; And fathers , councils , church and churches head , Were on her reverend phylacteries read . But what ...
... she bore , The crofier wielded , and the mitre wore . Her upper part of decent difcipline Shew'd affectation of an antient line ; And fathers , councils , church and churches head , Were on her reverend phylacteries read . But what ...
Pagina 23
... she stood , And feal'd her vow'd affection with her blood : Nor will I meanly tax her conftancy , That int'rest or obligement made the tye . Bound to the fate of murder'd monarchy , ( Before the founding ax fo falls the vine , Whofe ...
... she stood , And feal'd her vow'd affection with her blood : Nor will I meanly tax her conftancy , That int'rest or obligement made the tye . Bound to the fate of murder'd monarchy , ( Before the founding ax fo falls the vine , Whofe ...
Pagina 24
... she wants innate authority ; For how can fhe conftrain them to obey , Who has herself caft off the lawful fway ? Rebellion equals all , and thofe , who toil In common theft , will share the common spoil . Let her produce the title and ...
... she wants innate authority ; For how can fhe conftrain them to obey , Who has herself caft off the lawful fway ? Rebellion equals all , and thofe , who toil In common theft , will share the common spoil . Let her produce the title and ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
againſt Amyntas beauty Becauſe Befides beft beſt blood boaſt breaſt call'd caufe cauſe church confcience cou'd defign'd e'en ev'ry eyes facred fafely faid faith falfe fame fate fatire fave fear fects feen fenfe fhall fhould fighing fight fince firft firſt foes fome fons fool foon foul ftand ftill fubjects fuch fure fweet grace gueſt heav'n herſelf himſelf Hind houſe increaſe int'reft juft juſt kind king laft laſt laws leaſt lefs live lov'd moſt Mufe muft muſt ne'er never o'er Panther play pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poets pow'r praife praiſe PROLOGUE race raiſe reafon reft reply'd reſt rhime rife ſeems ſhall ſhe ſhow ſky ſpace ſpeak ſpread ſtage ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtore thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thought true try'd twas uſe virtue Whig Whofe whoſe wife worfe wou'd writ yourſelves
Populaire passages
Pagina 235 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high. Arise ye more than dead. Then cold and hot, and moist and dry, In order to their stations leap, And music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man.
Pagina 236 - Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell?
Pagina 229 - OH last and best of Scots ! who didst maintain Thy country's freedom from a foreign reign ; New people fill the land now thou art gone, New gods the temples, and new kings the throne. Scotland and thou did each in other live ; 5 Nor wouldst thou her, nor could she thee survive. Farewell, who dying didst support the state, And couldst not fall but with thy country's fate.
Pagina 221 - The bottom did the top appear ; Of deeper too and ampler floods, Which, as in mirrors, shew'd the woods ; Of lofty trees, with sacred shades, And perspectives of pleasant glades, Where nymphs of brightest form appear, And shaggy satyrs standing near, Which them at once admire and fear.
Pagina 236 - But oh! what art can teach, What human voice can reach The sacred organ's praise? Notes inspiring holy love, Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above.
Pagina 24 - Rebellion equals all, and those, who toil In common theft, will share the common spoil. Let her produce the title and the right, Against her old...
Pagina 147 - He's knight o' the shire, and represents ye all. From each he meets he culls whate'er he can; Legion's his name, a people in a man. His bulky folly gathers as it goes, And, rolling o'er you, like a snow-ball grows.
Pagina 147 - Another's diving bow he did adore, Which with a shog casts all the hair before, Till he, with full decorum, brings it back, And rises with a water-spaniel shake. 3» As for his songs, the ladies' dear delight, These sure he took from most of you who write.
Pagina 230 - O early ripe! to thy abundant store What could advancing age have added more? It might (what nature never gives the young) Have taught the numbers of thy native tongue. But satire needs not those, and wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
Pagina 244 - A sigh or tear, perhaps, she'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid. Tell her my pains so fast increase, That soon they will be past redress ; But, ah ! the wretch that speechless lies, Attends but death to close his eyes.