Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Volum 1Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... live morally . But on the o- ther fide , the thought of being no- thing after Death , is a burthen un- fupportable to a virtuous Man , even though a Heathen . We naturally aim at Happiness , and cannot bear to have it confin'd to the ...
... live morally . But on the o- ther fide , the thought of being no- thing after Death , is a burthen un- fupportable to a virtuous Man , even though a Heathen . We naturally aim at Happiness , and cannot bear to have it confin'd to the ...
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... lives ? All but his Kingly Diadem he gives : And that --- But there he paus'd ; then fighing , said , Is justly deftin'd for a Worthier Head . For when my Father from his Toils shall reft , And late Augment the Number of the Bleft : His ...
... lives ? All but his Kingly Diadem he gives : And that --- But there he paus'd ; then fighing , said , Is justly deftin'd for a Worthier Head . For when my Father from his Toils shall reft , And late Augment the Number of the Bleft : His ...
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... lives : And , that your Arms may have a fair Pretence , Proclaim , you take them in the King's Defence : Whofe Sacred Life each minute would expofe To Plots , from feeming Friends , and fecret Foes . And who can found the depth of ...
... lives : And , that your Arms may have a fair Pretence , Proclaim , you take them in the King's Defence : Whofe Sacred Life each minute would expofe To Plots , from feeming Friends , and fecret Foes . And who can found the depth of ...
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... live ! How eafie ' tis for Parents to forgive ! With how few Tears a Pardon might be won From Nature , pleading for a Darling Son ! Poor , pitied Youth , by my Paternal care , Rais'd up to all the height his Frame cou'd bear : Had God ...
... live ! How eafie ' tis for Parents to forgive ! With how few Tears a Pardon might be won From Nature , pleading for a Darling Son ! Poor , pitied Youth , by my Paternal care , Rais'd up to all the height his Frame cou'd bear : Had God ...
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... Lives ar Rome ? And are we thought on by our Wives at home ? } Each speaks for his , each fays , I'll swear for mine , And thus a while they talkt , grown flusht with Wine ; At laft young Collatine ftarts up and cries , What need of ...
... Lives ar Rome ? And are we thought on by our Wives at home ? } Each speaks for his , each fays , I'll swear for mine , And thus a while they talkt , grown flusht with Wine ; At laft young Collatine ftarts up and cries , What need of ...
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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 6 - This is thy province, this thy wondrous way, New humours to invent for each new play: This is that boasted...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 158 - Is dyed in such a purple grain. There is not such another in The world to offer for their sin.