The First Part of Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets: Together with Several Original Poems, الجزء 5Jacob Tonson at Shakespear's Head over-against Katharine-Street in the Strand., 1716 |
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... Youth where Nature And more than Man was giv'n us in a Child ! [ fmil'd , His Infancy was ripe : a Soul fublime In Years fo tender that prevented time : Heav'n gave him all at once ; then fnatch'd away , E'er Mortals all his Beauties ...
... Youth where Nature And more than Man was giv'n us in a Child ! [ fmil'd , His Infancy was ripe : a Soul fublime In Years fo tender that prevented time : Heav'n gave him all at once ; then fnatch'd away , E'er Mortals all his Beauties ...
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... Youth : When Cato thus expreft The facred Counfels of his inmost Breaft . Brutus , with thee , I own the Crime is great , With thee , this impious Civil War I hate ; But Virtue blindly follows , led by Fate . Answer your felves , ye ...
... Youth : When Cato thus expreft The facred Counfels of his inmost Breaft . Brutus , with thee , I own the Crime is great , With thee , this impious Civil War I hate ; But Virtue blindly follows , led by Fate . Answer your felves , ye ...
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... Where half the Toil was ours . So spoke the Sage ; His Words the lift'ning , eager Youth engage Too much to love of Arms , and heat of Civil Rage . m } мы } Verfes fent to Dr. GARTH in his Illness . By MISCELLANY POEMS . 21.
... Where half the Toil was ours . So spoke the Sage ; His Words the lift'ning , eager Youth engage Too much to love of Arms , and heat of Civil Rage . m } мы } Verfes fent to Dr. GARTH in his Illness . By MISCELLANY POEMS . 21.
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... Youth eternal leave has took ; Uncommon Wit that did the Soul o'ercome , Is buried all in Strephon's Worship'd Tomb ; Satyr has lost its Art , its Sting is gone 28 The FIFTH PART of On the Death of the late Earl of chefter By Mrs A△ Behn.
... Youth eternal leave has took ; Uncommon Wit that did the Soul o'ercome , Is buried all in Strephon's Worship'd Tomb ; Satyr has lost its Art , its Sting is gone 28 The FIFTH PART of On the Death of the late Earl of chefter By Mrs A△ Behn.
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... Youth that did your Thoughts enflave , Lies calm and carelefs in the filent Grave . Vaft is the Lofs that does your Souls opprefs , Yet firm , undaunted Courage makes it lefs ; Here great Examples your Remarks deferve ; Nor is there ...
... Youth that did your Thoughts enflave , Lies calm and carelefs in the filent Grave . Vaft is the Lofs that does your Souls opprefs , Yet firm , undaunted Courage makes it lefs ; Here great Examples your Remarks deferve ; Nor is there ...
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Æneid againſt Arms Atrides Beauty beft Bleffings bleft boaſt Breaft bright Caufe Cauſe CHARLES HOPKINS Charms cloſe cou'd Courſe Defire Delight Deſpair Diſeaſe doth e'er Earth ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fafely faid fair fame Hand Fate Fayrie fear fecure feek feems felf fent fhall fhine fhou'd fince fing Fire firft firſt flain Flame foft fome foon Friend ftand ftill fuch fure fweet Gods Grace happy Heart Heav'n himſelf inſpire Joys juft Kings Lady laft leaſt lefs Light loft lov'd Love Lover mighty moft mortal moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er Numbers Nymph o'er Oberon Paffion paft pleaſe Pleaſure Poets Pow'r Praiſe Pray'r Queen Queen Mab Rage Reaſon reft rife Satyr Senfe ſhall ſhe Soul ſpread Swain thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou Thoughts thouſand thro twas Verſe Whilft whofe Whoſe wou'd wretched Youth
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الصفحة 89 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
الصفحة 287 - TO MY DEAR FRIEND MR. CONGREVE, ON HIS COMEDY CALLED ' THE DOUBLE DEALER. 1694. WELL then, the promised hour is come at last, The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our sires, and as they fought they writ, Conquering with force of arms and dint of wit: Theirs was the giant race before the flood ; And thus, when Charles return'd, our empire stood. Like Janus...
الصفحة 214 - Born to the spacious empire of the Nine, One would have thought she should have been content To manage well that mighty government; But what can young ambitious souls confine? To the next realm she stretch'd her sway, For Painture near adjoining lay, A plenteous province, and alluring prey. A Chamber of Dependencies was framed, (As conquerors will never want pretence, When arm'd, to justify the offence) And the whole fief, in right of poetry, she claim'd.
الصفحة 87 - Who fears not to do ill, yet fears the name, And, free from conscience, is a slave to fame. Thus he the church at once protects and spoils ; But princes' swords are sharper than their styles : And thus to th' ages past he makes amends, Their charity destroys, their faith defends.
الصفحة 89 - Indies ours ; finds wealth where 'tis, bestows it where it wants, cities in deserts, woods in cities, plants : so that to us no thing, no place, is strange, while his fair bosom is the world's exchange.
الصفحة 252 - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe: Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honour, endless fame, Attend the...
الصفحة 282 - In times o'ergrown with Rust and Ignorance, A gainful Trade their Clergy did advance: When want of Learning kept the Laymen low, And none but Priests were Authoriz'd to know.
الصفحة 91 - To his friends' pity, and pursuers' scorn, With shame remembers, while himself was one Of the same herd, himself the same had done. Thence to the coverts and the conscious groves, The scene of his past triumphs and his loves ; Sadly surveying where he rang'd alone Prince of the soil, and all the herd his own ; And, like a bold...
الصفحة 136 - Twas I that gave thee thy renown; Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties lived unknown, Had not my verse exhaled thy name, And with it imped the wings of fame. That killing power is none of thine, I gave it to thy voice and eyes; • Thy sweets, thy graces, all are mine; Thou art my star, shin'st in my skies; Then dart not from thy borrowed sphere Lightning on him that fixed thee there.
الصفحة 284 - Tis some relief, that points not clearly known, Without much hazard, may be let alone ; And, after hearing what our church can say...