Poems on Several Occasions: Epistles on several occasions. Tales. Eclogues. Miscellanies. Dione, a pastoral tragedyH. Lintot and J. and R. Tonson, 1752 |
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... court . By your commands and inclination sway'd , I call'd th ' unwilling Mufes to my aid ; Refolv'd to write , the noble theme I chose , And to the Princess thus the Poem rofe . Aid me , bright Phoebus ; aid , ye Sacred Nine ; Exalt my ...
... court . By your commands and inclination sway'd , I call'd th ' unwilling Mufes to my aid ; Refolv'd to write , the noble theme I chose , And to the Princess thus the Poem rofe . Aid me , bright Phoebus ; aid , ye Sacred Nine ; Exalt my ...
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... but Poet's coft , The Princess came , and my new plan was loft . Since all my schemes were balk'd , my last resort , I left the Mufes to frequent the Court ; B 4 Penfive Penfive each night from room to room I walk'd , EPISTLES . 7.
... but Poet's coft , The Princess came , and my new plan was loft . Since all my schemes were balk'd , my last resort , I left the Mufes to frequent the Court ; B 4 Penfive Penfive each night from room to room I walk'd , EPISTLES . 7.
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... court improv'd his strains , He ftill had fung of flocks and homely fwains ; And had not Horace fweet preferment found , The Roman lyre had never learnt to found . Once Ladies fair in homely guife I fung , And with their names wild ...
... court improv'd his strains , He ftill had fung of flocks and homely fwains ; And had not Horace fweet preferment found , The Roman lyre had never learnt to found . Once Ladies fair in homely guife I fung , And with their names wild ...
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... Court Lady though he write and spell , His minuet step was fashion'd by * Marcell ; He dreffes , fences . What avails to know ? For women chuse their men , like filks , for fhow . Is this the thing , you cry , that Paris boasts ? Is ...
... Court Lady though he write and spell , His minuet step was fashion'd by * Marcell ; He dreffes , fences . What avails to know ? For women chuse their men , like filks , for fhow . Is this the thing , you cry , that Paris boasts ? Is ...
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... Court Ladies fin in open air . What Cit with a gallant would trust his spouse Beneath the tempting fhade of Greenwich boughs ? What Peer of France would let his Dutchess rove , Where Boulogne's clofeft woods invite to love ? But here no ...
... Court Ladies fin in open air . What Cit with a gallant would trust his spouse Beneath the tempting fhade of Greenwich boughs ? What Peer of France would let his Dutchess rove , Where Boulogne's clofeft woods invite to love ? But here no ...
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Afide Alexis beauty behold betray'd bluſh boaſt bofom breaſt breath ceaſe charms cheek Chloe CLEANTHES cloſe Daphnis defcend deſpair DIONE Dione's diſtant DORIS dy'd ECLOGUE ev'ry Evander eyes faid fair faithful falfe fame fate fcorn fecret feek fhade fhall fhow fighs fight filent filver fincere firſt flain flame fleep flies flow tears foft fome Fops forrow foul friendſhip ftill ftrain ftream fuch fudden fwain fweet fylvan grace grove guife hand hath hear heart Heav'n houſe LAURA lips loft lov'd lover LYCIDAS maid MELAN Menalcas mourn Mufe muft muſt ne'er night nymph o'er paffion pafs pale PARTHENIA penfive perjur'd plain pleaſure praiſe pride profe reft rife rofe SCENE ſeek ſhade ſhall ſhe SHEPHERD ſhine ſhould ſhow ſpeak ſpread ſteps ſtill tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou tongue trembling Twas vows wake Whofe wind wretch youth
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Страница 127 - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds ; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Страница 126 - Oh ! where shall I my true love find ? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, Does my sweet William sail among the crew ?" William, who high upon the yard, Rock'd with the billows to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard, He sigh'd, and cast his eyes below.
Страница 67 - They send you to the ocean's shore, And plunge the patient o'er and o'er." The dame reply'd, "Alas! in vain My kindred forc'd me to the main ; Naked, and in the face of day : Look not, ye fishermen, this way ! What virgin had not done as I did ? My modest hand, by Nature guided, Debarr'd at once from human eyes The...
Страница 139 - Almighty Word obey'd, Thou wert ; and when the subterraneous flame Shall burst its prison, and devour this frame, From angry heav'n when the keen lightning flies, When fervent heat dissolves the melting skies, Thou still shalt be ; still, as thou wert before, And know no change, when time shall be no more. L O endless! thought divine! — Eternity, . Th...
Страница 57 - Who chofe with cautious ftep th' uncertain way ; And now he checks the rein, and halts to hear If any noife foretold a village near. At length from far a...
Страница 138 - While we in fleep's embraces wafte the night, The climes oppos'd enjoy meridian light: And when thofe lands the bufy fun forfakes, With us again the rofy morning wakes ; In lazy fleep the night rolls fwift away, And neither clime laments his abfent ray. When the pure foul is from the body flown, No more fhall night's alternate reign be known : The fun no more fhall rolling light beftow, But from th' Almighty ftreams of glory flow.
Страница 13 - Twas on the day that city dames repair To take their weekly dose of Hyde-Park air; When forth we trot: no carts the road infest, For still on Sundays country horses rest.
Страница 77 - He praise their wisdom, they admire his wit. No greyhound shall attend the tenant's pace, No rusty gun the farmer's chimney grace; Salmons shall leave their covers void of fear, Nor dread the thievish net or triple spear; Poachers shall tremble at his awful name, Whom vengeance now o'ertakes for murder'd game.
Страница 129 - Love in cities never dwells, He delights in rural cells Which sweet woodbine covers. What are your Assemblies then ? There, 'tis true, we see more men ; But much fewer lovers.
Страница 140 - No more thy blood its narrow channels warm. Who then would wish to stretch this narrow span, To suffer life beyond the date of man? The virtuous soul pursues a nobler aim. And life regards but as a fleeting dream: She longs to wake, and wishes to get free, To launch from earth into eternity.