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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... , First chid her , then her fins remitted . But did fhe now her crime bemoan In penitential sheets alone ? And was no bold , no beastly fellow The nightly partner of her pillow ? No , 1 No , none ; for next time in the grove 64 TALE S.
... , First chid her , then her fins remitted . But did fhe now her crime bemoan In penitential sheets alone ? And was no bold , no beastly fellow The nightly partner of her pillow ? No , 1 No , none ; for next time in the grove 64 TALE S.
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John Gay. No , none ; for next time in the grove , A bank was confcious of her love . Confeffion day was come about , And now again it all muft out , She feems to wipe her twinkling eyes , What now , my child , the father cries . Again ...
John Gay. No , none ; for next time in the grove , A bank was confcious of her love . Confeffion day was come about , And now again it all muft out , She feems to wipe her twinkling eyes , What now , my child , the father cries . Again ...
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... grove Shall oft ' be confcious of their stolen love . But think , Prifcilla , on that dreadful time , When pangs and watry qualms fhall own thy crime ; How wilt thou tremble when thy nipple's prest , To fee the white drops bathe thy ...
... grove Shall oft ' be confcious of their stolen love . But think , Prifcilla , on that dreadful time , When pangs and watry qualms fhall own thy crime ; How wilt thou tremble when thy nipple's prest , To fee the white drops bathe thy ...
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... grove , Where all our looks , and all our talk is love . Oh , could I thus confume each tedious day , And in fweet flumbers dream my life away ; But fleep , which now no more relieves these eyes , fad foul the dear deceit denies . Το my ...
... grove , Where all our looks , and all our talk is love . Oh , could I thus confume each tedious day , And in fweet flumbers dream my life away ; But fleep , which now no more relieves these eyes , fad foul the dear deceit denies . Το my ...
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... grove or stream to me ? Why fport the skipping lambs on yonder plain ? Why do the birds their tuneful voices strain ? Why frisk thofe heifers in the cooling grove ? Their happier life is ignorant of love . Oh ! lead me to fome ...
... grove or stream to me ? Why fport the skipping lambs on yonder plain ? Why do the birds their tuneful voices strain ? Why frisk thofe heifers in the cooling grove ? Their happier life is ignorant of love . Oh ! lead me to fome ...
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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.