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 15
... of thy Inditing , This comes of drinking Affes Milk and Writing , If Balack fhould be call'd to leave his place , ( As Profit is the loudeft Call of Grace ) His Temple difpoffefs'd of one , would be Replenish'd with MISCELLANY POEMS . IS.
... of thy Inditing , This comes of drinking Affes Milk and Writing , If Balack fhould be call'd to leave his place , ( As Profit is the loudeft Call of Grace ) His Temple difpoffefs'd of one , would be Replenish'd with MISCELLANY POEMS . IS.
Pagina 28
... fhould our Crimes , again , that Curfe draw down , And Rebel - arms once more attempt the Crown , Sure Ruin waits unhappy Abfalom , Alike by Conqueft or Defeat undone ; Who could relentless fee fuch Youth and Charms , Expire with ...
... fhould our Crimes , again , that Curfe draw down , And Rebel - arms once more attempt the Crown , Sure Ruin waits unhappy Abfalom , Alike by Conqueft or Defeat undone ; Who could relentless fee fuch Youth and Charms , Expire with ...
Pagina 30
... fhould every Mufe engage : Whofe Youth boafts Skill deny'd to others Age . Men , Manners , Language , Books of nobleft kind , Already are the Conqueft of his Mind . Whofe Loyalty before its Date was prime ; Nor waited the dull Courfe of ...
... fhould every Mufe engage : Whofe Youth boafts Skill deny'd to others Age . Men , Manners , Language , Books of nobleft kind , Already are the Conqueft of his Mind . Whofe Loyalty before its Date was prime ; Nor waited the dull Courfe of ...
Pagina 51
... fhould revolve by chance , And matter leap into the former dance ; Tho ' time our Life and Motion could restore , And make our Bodies what they were before , What gain to us would all this bustle bring ? The new - made Man would be ...
... fhould revolve by chance , And matter leap into the former dance ; Tho ' time our Life and Motion could restore , And make our Bodies what they were before , What gain to us would all this bustle bring ? The new - made Man would be ...
Pagina 53
... When once the paufe of Life has left an empty space .. And laft , fuppofe great Nature's Voice fhould call To thee , or me , or any of us all , } What doft thou mean , ungrateful Wretch , thou D 3 MISCELLANY POEMS . 53.
... When once the paufe of Life has left an empty space .. And laft , fuppofe great Nature's Voice fhould call To thee , or me , or any of us all , } What doft thou mean , ungrateful Wretch , thou D 3 MISCELLANY POEMS . 53.
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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.