Musapædia, or Miscellany poems, never before printed. By several members of the Oxford poetical club, late of Eton and Westminster |
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In vain I strive with fainter Touch 4 9 What ( were his Sacharisa fuch ) Waller had
ne'er essay'd to sing , Had ev'ry Muse tun'd each a String . Then cease my more
unequal Lays , At best ye but detra & by Praise . Oh ! cou'd ye fit Conceptions ...
In vain I strive with fainter Touch 4 9 What ( were his Sacharisa fuch ) Waller had
ne'er essay'd to sing , Had ev'ry Muse tun'd each a String . Then cease my more
unequal Lays , At best ye but detra & by Praise . Oh ! cou'd ye fit Conceptions ...
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With Back relaxing and demiffive Ears , Stern Pluto's fawning Centinel appears ;
Demands but Tribute from thy tuneful String , And he'll secure thy Passage to his
King . The Snakes uncurl around the Furies Heads , Whilst they on Iron rest , as ...
With Back relaxing and demiffive Ears , Stern Pluto's fawning Centinel appears ;
Demands but Tribute from thy tuneful String , And he'll secure thy Passage to his
King . The Snakes uncurl around the Furies Heads , Whilst they on Iron rest , as ...
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Come then , ye Sisters of the Sacred Choir , Tune your soft Lutes , and equal
Strains inspire , To the sweet Ecchoes of the tremb'ling String , That she may
raise from Death , and į her Charms [ may fing TO To a Friend on the Anniversary
of his ...
Come then , ye Sisters of the Sacred Choir , Tune your soft Lutes , and equal
Strains inspire , To the sweet Ecchoes of the tremb'ling String , That she may
raise from Death , and į her Charms [ may fing TO To a Friend on the Anniversary
of his ...
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Much less can he who sees Eye - Darts In CUPID'S Bow bent at his Heart . Soon
on may the Bow now bent , unbends And Death its Emissary send ; And e'er the
twanging String has founded , The Arrow's flown , and he is wounded . Nor 7 Nor
...
Much less can he who sees Eye - Darts In CUPID'S Bow bent at his Heart . Soon
on may the Bow now bent , unbends And Death its Emissary send ; And e'er the
twanging String has founded , The Arrow's flown , and he is wounded . Nor 7 Nor
...
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That he can move ( does much of Merit bring ) To the soft Murmers of the
trembling String , While by the wanton Motions of the Wind His Locks are wav'd ,
as light as is his Mind ! Happy enough , while clad in Purple Gown , which the
Roses ...
That he can move ( does much of Merit bring ) To the soft Murmers of the
trembling String , While by the wanton Motions of the Wind His Locks are wav'd ,
as light as is his Mind ! Happy enough , while clad in Purple Gown , which the
Roses ...
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appear Arms Beauty Behold Beſides Breaſt Breath bright Care Cares Cauſe Celia's Charms command cou'd dead dear Death Delight e'er Ears ev'ry Eyes Face Fair fall Fame Fancy Fate fear feel fell Fire firſt Flame flowing Form Friend gain give Gods gone Grace Grant Grief Hand happy Head hear Heart Heav'n himſelf Honour imitated inſpire keep kind Lady laſt Lays leave Light live Looks Love matchleſs meet mighty Mind mourn move Muſe muſt ne'er never Night Numbers Nymphs o'er once Pain painted Place Plains pleaſing Pleaſure Pow'r Praiſe Pride prove raiſe riſe ſay ſee ſeem ſelf Senſe ſhall ſhe ſhou'd Sight ſome Song Soul Stars ſtill Strains String ſuch Tears tell Thee theſe Things thoſe thou Thoughts thro Tongue Triumph Whilſt whoſe Wine World wou'd Youth
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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.