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... thee the Bull will lend his bide , By Phœbus newly tann'd and dry'd ; For thee they Argo's hulk will tax , And fcrape her pitchy fides for wax : Then Ariadne kindly lends Her braided hair to make the ends : The points of Sagittarius ...
... thee the Bull will lend his bide , By Phœbus newly tann'd and dry'd ; For thee they Argo's hulk will tax , And fcrape her pitchy fides for wax : Then Ariadne kindly lends Her braided hair to make the ends : The points of Sagittarius ...
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... thee loud as trumpet , A bag - pipe fhrill , or oyfter - strumpet ; Methinks I fee thee , fpruce and fine , With coat embroider'd richly shine , And dazzle all the idol faces At through the ball thy worship paces ; Though this I fpeak ...
... thee loud as trumpet , A bag - pipe fhrill , or oyfter - strumpet ; Methinks I fee thee , fpruce and fine , With coat embroider'd richly shine , And dazzle all the idol faces At through the ball thy worship paces ; Though this I fpeak ...
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... thee , whofe hafty zeal Against the late rejected commerce - bill Made thee rife up , like an audacious elf , To do the fpeaker bonour , not thyself . But , if thou foar'ft above the common prices , By virtue of fubfcription to thy ...
... thee , whofe hafty zeal Against the late rejected commerce - bill Made thee rife up , like an audacious elf , To do the fpeaker bonour , not thyself . But , if thou foar'ft above the common prices , By virtue of fubfcription to thy ...
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... thee were frantic , Whofe lines are , like thyfelf , gigantic . Yet let me blefs , in humbler ftrain , Thy vait , thy bold Cambyfian vein , Pour'd out t ' enrich thy native ife , As Egypt wont to be with Nile . Oh , how I joy to fee thee ...
... thee were frantic , Whofe lines are , like thyfelf , gigantic . Yet let me blefs , in humbler ftrain , Thy vait , thy bold Cambyfian vein , Pour'd out t ' enrich thy native ife , As Egypt wont to be with Nile . Oh , how I joy to fee thee ...
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... thee , boast That they to others give thee most . Mean time , the wife a question start , I then a real being art ; Or but a creature of the brain , That gives imaginary pain . But the fly giver better knows thee , Who feels true joys ...
... thee , boast That they to others give thee most . Mean time , the wife a question start , I then a real being art ; Or but a creature of the brain , That gives imaginary pain . But the fly giver better knows thee , Who feels true joys ...
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The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and ..., Volum 9 Robert Anderson Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1795 |
The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and ..., Volum 9 Robert Anderson Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1795 |
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Side 142 - I'll venture for the vole.) Six deans, they say, must bear the pall : (I wish I knew what king to call.) Madam, your husband will attend The funeral of so good a friend.
Side 213 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Side 365 - To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, three in one, Be honor, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in heaven.
Side 539 - Beautiful in various dyes : The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, The yellow beech, the sable yew, The slender fir, that taper grows, The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs.
Side 23 - Now angry Somerset her vengeance vows On Swift's reproaches for her From her red locks her mouth with venom fills, And thence into the royal ear instils. The queen, incensed, his services forgot, Leaves him a victim to the vengeful Scot. Now through the realm a proclamation spread* To fix a price on his devoted head; "While, innocent, he scorns ignoble flight, His watchful friends preserve him by a sleight.
Side 512 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Side 509 - Till, faint and weak, Secander thus began : SECANDER. O stay thee, Agib, for my feet deny, No longer friendly to my life, to fly. Friend of my heart, O turn thee <* Trace our sad flight through all its length of way...
Side 186 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Side 367 - Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment: All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou'rt attended Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven He descended And became a child like thee! Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay.
Side 514 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.