Epistles on several occasions. Tales. Eclogues. Miscellanies. Dione, a pastoral tragedyH. Lintot, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, 1745 |
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... must address ; One whose high virtues fpeak his noble blood , One always zealous for his country's good ; Where valour and ftrong eloquence unite , In council cautious , refolute in fight ; Whofe gen'rous temper prompts him to defend ...
... must address ; One whose high virtues fpeak his noble blood , One always zealous for his country's good ; Where valour and ftrong eloquence unite , In council cautious , refolute in fight ; Whofe gen'rous temper prompts him to defend ...
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... , and Devon's city gain . Hail , happy native land ! --- but I forbear , What other Counties must with envy hear . * Prince Arthur , Book 5 . EPISTLE . EPISTLE III . To the Right Honourable WILLIAM PULTENEY , EPISTLES . · 19.
... , and Devon's city gain . Hail , happy native land ! --- but I forbear , What other Counties must with envy hear . * Prince Arthur , Book 5 . EPISTLE . EPISTLE III . To the Right Honourable WILLIAM PULTENEY , EPISTLES . · 19.
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... must confefs , Things which might make me love my country lefs . I should not think my Britain had such charms , If loft to learning , if enflav'd by arms ; France France has her Richlicus and her Colberts known , And 30 EPISTLES .
... must confefs , Things which might make me love my country lefs . I should not think my Britain had such charms , If loft to learning , if enflav'd by arms ; France France has her Richlicus and her Colberts known , And 30 EPISTLES .
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... must mourn Who was ( O cruel stars ! ) a Poet born . Yet there are ways for authors to be great ; Write ranc'rous libels to reform the State : Or if you choose more fure and ready ways , Spatter a Minister with fulfome praise : Lanch ...
... must mourn Who was ( O cruel stars ! ) a Poet born . Yet there are ways for authors to be great ; Write ranc'rous libels to reform the State : Or if you choose more fure and ready ways , Spatter a Minister with fulfome praise : Lanch ...
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... must own , were Betty put To the black duties of the flut , As well fhe fcow'rs or fcrubs a floor , And still is good for fomething more . Thus to avoid the greater vice , I knew a Priest , of conscience nice , To quell his luft for ...
... must own , were Betty put To the black duties of the flut , As well fhe fcow'rs or fcrubs a floor , And still is good for fomething more . Thus to avoid the greater vice , I knew a Priest , of conscience nice , To quell his luft for ...
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Страница 127 - They'll tell, the failors, when away, In ev'ry port a miftrefs find : Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee fo, For thou art prefent wherefoe'er I go : If to fair India's coaft we fail, Thy eyes are feen in diamonds bright ; Thy breath is Afric's fpicy gale, Thy fkin is ivory fo white : Thus every beauteous objecT. that I view, Wakes in my foul fome charms of lovely Sue. Tho...
Страница 124 - Tis the restraint that whets our appetite. Behold the beasts who range the forests free, Behold the birds who fly from tree to tree ; In their amours see Nature's power appear ! And do they love ? Yes — One month in the year. Were these the pleasures of the Golden reign ? And did free Nature thus instruct the swain ? I envy not, ye nymphs ! your amorous bowers, Such harmless swains ! I'm even content with ours.
Страница 113 - Oh ! lead me to some melancholy cave, To lull my sorrows in a living grave ; From the dark rock where dashing waters fall, And creeping ivy hangs the craggy wall, Where I may waste in tears my hours away, And never know the seasons or the day. Die, die, Panthea !— fly this hateful grove, For what is life without the swain I love ?