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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... rest might ftand ; And here be chose again to rule the Land . Thefe Ruins fhelter'd once His Sacred Head , When He from Wor'fter's fatal Battel fled ; Watch'd by the Genius of this Royal Place , And MISCELLANY POEMS . II.
... rest might ftand ; And here be chose again to rule the Land . Thefe Ruins fhelter'd once His Sacred Head , When He from Wor'fter's fatal Battel fled ; Watch'd by the Genius of this Royal Place , And MISCELLANY POEMS . II.
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... rest grown mad , and frantick with Despair , Urge their own Fate , and so prevent the Fear . Strange madness that , when Death purfu'd so fast , T'anticipate the Blow with impious hafte . No decent Honour to their Urns are paid , Nor ...
... rest grown mad , and frantick with Despair , Urge their own Fate , and so prevent the Fear . Strange madness that , when Death purfu'd so fast , T'anticipate the Blow with impious hafte . No decent Honour to their Urns are paid , Nor ...
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... rest I took , Leaft thofe bright Eyes that cannot read , Shou'd dart their kindling Fires , and look The Pow'r they have to be obey'd . Nor Quality , nor Reputation , Forbid me yet my Flame to tell , Dear Five Years old befriends my ...
... rest I took , Leaft thofe bright Eyes that cannot read , Shou'd dart their kindling Fires , and look The Pow'r they have to be obey'd . Nor Quality , nor Reputation , Forbid me yet my Flame to tell , Dear Five Years old befriends my ...
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... Rest . Tho ' Poets are not Prophets , to foreknow What Plants will take the Blite , and what will grow , By tracing Heav'n his Footsteps may be found ; Behold ! how awfully he walks the round ! God is abroad , and wondrous in his ways ...
... Rest . Tho ' Poets are not Prophets , to foreknow What Plants will take the Blite , and what will grow , By tracing Heav'n his Footsteps may be found ; Behold ! how awfully he walks the round ! God is abroad , and wondrous in his ways ...
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... rest torn out . But ' twas her Saviour's time ; and , cou'd there be A Copy near th ' Original , ' twas she . As precious Gums are not for lasting Fire , They but Perfume the Temple , and expire : So was the foon exhal'd ; and vanish'd ...
... rest torn out . But ' twas her Saviour's time ; and , cou'd there be A Copy near th ' Original , ' twas she . As precious Gums are not for lasting Fire , They but Perfume the Temple , and expire : So was the foon exhal'd ; and vanish'd ...
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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...