Musapædia, or Miscellany poems, never before printed. By several members of the Oxford poetical club, late of Eton and Westminster |
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Then let me not provoke with impious Care , The angry Vengeance of the God of
War : But rather let Love's Sports imploy my Lyre , Whose Feasts and Banquets
may my Soul infpire To sing those Wars that all the Brave admire . your Court .
Then let me not provoke with impious Care , The angry Vengeance of the God of
War : But rather let Love's Sports imploy my Lyre , Whose Feasts and Banquets
may my Soul infpire To sing those Wars that all the Brave admire . your Court .
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If Orpheus cou'd the mighty Grace obtain To have his dear Eurydice again , Why
shou'd Despair thy tim'rous Soul invade ? Who pleads like Orpheus , must like
him perswade . By him too warn'd avoid th ' unhappy Fate , Which , ( but in vain )
...
If Orpheus cou'd the mighty Grace obtain To have his dear Eurydice again , Why
shou'd Despair thy tim'rous Soul invade ? Who pleads like Orpheus , must like
him perswade . By him too warn'd avoid th ' unhappy Fate , Which , ( but in vain )
...
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Livors Nor those we win with Ease : Soul For those our Pilions ftarve , and there
will cloy , 017 The Middle only gives the greatest Joy . czymI cili i bud An
EPITAPH on D - Scutus , who was bury'd alive . W HAT Heav'n declard , and all
Men did ...
Livors Nor those we win with Ease : Soul For those our Pilions ftarve , and there
will cloy , 017 The Middle only gives the greatest Joy . czymI cili i bud An
EPITAPH on D - Scutus , who was bury'd alive . W HAT Heav'n declard , and all
Men did ...
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A Song by ES , On Mrs. ŠT 1 CHLOE has Wit , and Sense , at Will , Nor wants a
charming Face ; My Soul of Wit may take its Fill Whilft I her Bosom press . II . What
Joys , what tender melting Bliss Might pretty CHLOE give ? She can bestow all ...
A Song by ES , On Mrs. ŠT 1 CHLOE has Wit , and Sense , at Will , Nor wants a
charming Face ; My Soul of Wit may take its Fill Whilft I her Bosom press . II . What
Joys , what tender melting Bliss Might pretty CHLOE give ? She can bestow all ...
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... the coming Day ; And ' till the Stars in Day are loff , We'll Toast and Drink , and
Drink and Toast , To ev'ry Muse a flowing Bowl , Muses and Wine inspire the Soul
j While Musick's Charms shall softly move , And fire our Souls to sing of Love .
... the coming Day ; And ' till the Stars in Day are loff , We'll Toast and Drink , and
Drink and Toast , To ev'ry Muse a flowing Bowl , Muses and Wine inspire the Soul
j While Musick's Charms shall softly move , And fire our Souls to sing of Love .
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Страница 58 - Who God doth late and early pray, More of his grace than gifts to lend, And entertains the harmless day, With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And having nothing, yet hath all.
Страница 66 - My fancy paints him now with every grace, But, ah ! the dear delufion mocks my fond embrace : The fmiling vifion takes its hafty flight, And fcenes of horror fwim before my fight, Grief and defpair in all their terrors rife, A dying lover pale and gafping lies; Each difmal circumftance appears in view, The fatal object is for ever new : His anguifh, with the quickeft fenfe I feel, And hear this fad, this moving language ftill. My deareft wife! my laft, my fondeft care! Sure...
Страница 57 - Nor ruin make accusers great. Who envieth none whom chance doth raise Or vice, who never understood How deepest wounds are given with praise; Not rules of State, but rules of good.
Страница 58 - And entertains the harmlefs day With a well-chofen book or friend ! This man is freed from fervile bands Of hope to rife, or fear to fall ; Lord of himfelf...
Страница 58 - Praife ; Not Rules of State, but Rules of Good : Who GOD doth late and early pray More of his Grace than Gifts to lend : Who Entertains the harmlefs Day With a well chofen Book and Friend. . This Man is free from Servile Bands, Of hope to rife, or fear to fall ; Lord of Himfelf, tho' not of Lands ; And having Nothing, he hath All.
Страница 63 - Tis but to fpeak the dictates of my heart, And all that knew the charming youth will join Their friendly fighs, and pious tears to mine : For all that knew his merit muft confefs, In grief for him there can be no excefs. His foul was form'd to act each glorious part Of life, unftain'd with vanity or art.
Страница 64 - Or why has heaven diflblv'd the tie fo foon ? Why was the charming youth fo form'd to move ? Or why was all my...
Страница 63 - Of life, unstain'd with vanity, or art. No thought within his gen'rous mind had birth, But what he might have own'd to heav'n and earth.
Страница 67 - As thou hast taught my constant heart to prove The noblest height and elegance of love; That sacred passion I to thee confine, My spotless faith shall be for ever thine. * * * Ultimately...
Страница 57 - How happy is he, born or taught, That ferveth not another's will ; Whofe armour is his honeft thought.