Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Volume 2Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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Pagina 10
... Joy faluting from afar ? Oh from the Heights you've reach'd but take a View , Scarce leading Lucifer cou'd fall like you ! And muft I here my Ship - wrackt Arts bemoan ? Have I for this fo oft made Ifrael groan ! Your fingle Intereft ...
... Joy faluting from afar ? Oh from the Heights you've reach'd but take a View , Scarce leading Lucifer cou'd fall like you ! And muft I here my Ship - wrackt Arts bemoan ? Have I for this fo oft made Ifrael groan ! Your fingle Intereft ...
Pagina 21
... , while the fhores of Tyre At thy approach fo filent fhall admire , Who on thy thunder ftill their thoughts imploy , And greet thy Landing with a trembling Joy , 1 On Heroes thus the Prophet's Fate is thrown , Admir'd MISCELLANY POEMS . ZI.
... , while the fhores of Tyre At thy approach fo filent fhall admire , Who on thy thunder ftill their thoughts imploy , And greet thy Landing with a trembling Joy , 1 On Heroes thus the Prophet's Fate is thrown , Admir'd MISCELLANY POEMS . ZI.
Pagina 26
... Joy , And glad Prefages their fixt Thoughts imploy ; From Hebron now the fuffering Heir return'd , A Realm that long with Civil Discord mourn'd ; Till his Approach , like fome arriving God , Compos'd and heal'd the place of his aboad ...
... Joy , And glad Prefages their fixt Thoughts imploy ; From Hebron now the fuffering Heir return'd , A Realm that long with Civil Discord mourn'd ; Till his Approach , like fome arriving God , Compos'd and heal'd the place of his aboad ...
Pagina 27
... Joy the Prince return'd ; While those that fought his Abfence to betray , Prefs firft their naufeous falfe Refpects to pay ; Him ftill th ' officious Hypocrites moleft , And with malicious Duty break his Reft . while real Transports ...
... Joy the Prince return'd ; While those that fought his Abfence to betray , Prefs firft their naufeous falfe Refpects to pay ; Him ftill th ' officious Hypocrites moleft , And with malicious Duty break his Reft . while real Transports ...
Pagina 33
... Joy ; Nor can our Coafts reftor'd thofe Bleffings fee Without a Bribe to envious Destiny ! Curs'd Sodom's Doom for ever fix the Tide Where by inglorious Chance the Valiant dy'd . Give not infulting Askalon to know , Nor let Gath's ...
... Joy ; Nor can our Coafts reftor'd thofe Bleffings fee Without a Bribe to envious Destiny ! Curs'd Sodom's Doom for ever fix the Tide Where by inglorious Chance the Valiant dy'd . Give not infulting Askalon to know , Nor let Gath's ...
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Andrew Marvell Apollo Arms Becauſe beft beſt Bleffing Breaft caft call'd Caufe Cauſe Charms Chlo cou'd crown'd Daph Death defire Difdain doft dreft DRYDEN e'er Eurydice Ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fafe faid fair falfe Fame Fate fcarce fear feem felf fhall fhine fhould fight fince fing Fire firft flain Flame foft fome foon Friend ftand ftill fuch fure fwear fweet GEORGE ETHERIDGE Gods Grace hafte Heart Heav'n himſelf Honour Joys juft kiffing King laft lefs loft lov'd Love Maid Mezentius mighty moft Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er Numbers Nymphs o'er Paffion paft Pain pleafing pleaſe Pleaſure Poets Pow'r Praiſe Prince purſue Rage raiſe reft rife Satyr Senfe ſhall ſhe Song Soul thee thefe themſelves THEOCRITUS theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro truft twas uſe Verfe Whilft whofe Whoſe wou'd Wound Youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 145 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Pagina 145 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Pagina 56 - As for the dog, the furies, and their snakes, The gloomy caverns, and the burning lakes, And all the vain infernal trumpery, They neither are, nor were, nor e'er can be.
Pagina 187 - twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there : Two paradises 'twere in one, To live in paradise alone. How well the skilful gardener drew Of flowers and herbs this dial new; Where, from above, the milder sun Does through a fragrant zodiac run, And, as it works, the industrious bee Computes its time as well as we ! How could such sweet and wholesome hours Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers...
Pagina 368 - 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.
Pagina 18 - Hast shamefully defied the Lord's anointed. I will not rake the dunghill of thy crimes, For who would read thy life that reads thy rhymes ? But of King David's foes be this the doom, May all be like the young man Absalom ; And for my foes, may this their blessing be, To talk like Doeg, and to write like thee...
Pagina 89 - He loved not the muses so well as his sport, And prized black eyes, or a lucky hit At bowls above all the trophies of wit; But Apollo was angry, and publicly said, 'Twere fit that a fine were set upon 's head.
Pagina 290 - Three summer's days to take: With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well, in time of need, To aim their shafts aright. The hounds ran swiftly through the woods The nimble deer to take: And with their cries the hills and dales An echo shrill did make.
Pagina 18 - A double noose thou on thy neck dost pull, For writing treason, and for writing dull: To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
Pagina 68 - APnore, the babe is (hipwreck'd on the world: Naked he lies, and ready to expire ; Helplefs of all that human wants require ; Expos'd upon unhofpitable earth, From the firft moment of his haplefs birth. Straight with foreboding cries he fills the room ; Too true prefages of his future doom. But flocks and herds, and every ravage beaft, By more indulgent nature are increas'd.