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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... hafte I drefs'd , And through the croud of needy courtiers prefs'd ; Though unsuccessful , happy whilft I see , Those eyes that glad a nation , shine on me . EPISTLE E PISTLE II . To the Right Honourable the Earl EPISTLES . II.
... hafte I drefs'd , And through the croud of needy courtiers prefs'd ; Though unsuccessful , happy whilft I see , Those eyes that glad a nation , shine on me . EPISTLE E PISTLE II . To the Right Honourable the Earl EPISTLES . II.
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... our steeds , and Devon's city gain . Hail , happy native land ! but I forbear , What other Counties muft with envy hear , * Prince Arthur , Book 5 . EPISTLE EPISTLE III To the Right Honourable WILLIAM PULTENEY , Efq EPISTLES . 19 B.
... our steeds , and Devon's city gain . Hail , happy native land ! but I forbear , What other Counties muft with envy hear , * Prince Arthur , Book 5 . EPISTLE EPISTLE III To the Right Honourable WILLIAM PULTENEY , Efq EPISTLES . 19 B.
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... happy lives the man , how fure to charm , Whose knot embroider'd flutters down his arm ? On him the Ladies caft the yielding glance , Sigh in his fongs , and languish in his dance ' ; While wretched is the Wit , contemn'd , forlorn ...
... happy lives the man , how fure to charm , Whose knot embroider'd flutters down his arm ? On him the Ladies caft the yielding glance , Sigh in his fongs , and languish in his dance ' ; While wretched is the Wit , contemn'd , forlorn ...
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... Happy , thrice happy fhall the monarch reign , Where guardian laws defpotic power restrain ! There shall the plough - share break the stubborn land , And bending harvests tire the peasant's hand : There liberty her feuled manfion boasts ...
... Happy , thrice happy fhall the monarch reign , Where guardian laws defpotic power restrain ! There shall the plough - share break the stubborn land , And bending harvests tire the peasant's hand : There liberty her feuled manfion boasts ...
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John Gay. WORK for a COOPER . A A TALE . Man may lead a happy life , Without that needful thing a wife : This long have lufty Abbots known , Who ne'er knew spouses of their own . What though your house be clean and neat , With couches ...
John Gay. WORK for a COOPER . A A TALE . Man may lead a happy life , Without that needful thing a wife : This long have lufty Abbots known , Who ne'er knew spouses of their own . What though your house be clean and neat , With couches ...
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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 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...
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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.