The Works of the Most Celebrated Minor Poets: Containing the Works of George Stepney, William Walsh, Thomas Tickell, Never Before Collected and Publish'd Together. Volume the second, Том 2F. Cogan, 1749 - 262 страници |
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... Soul of the world ! and love's eternal fpring ! This lucky hour , thy aid , fair goddefs , bring ! This lucky hour , ere aggravated crimes Heap guilt on guilt , and doubly ftain the times .. No veil henceforth for fin , for pardon none ...
... Soul of the world ! and love's eternal fpring ! This lucky hour , thy aid , fair goddefs , bring ! This lucky hour , ere aggravated crimes Heap guilt on guilt , and doubly ftain the times .. No veil henceforth for fin , for pardon none ...
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Æneid againſt Albion ancient arms Atreus beauty becauſe bleft boaſt breaſt call'd Catiline cauſe charms cou'd Eclogue ev'ry eyes facred faid fair fame fate fear fecret felf fhade fhall fhepherds fhine fhou'd fighs fight fince fing firft firſt flain flave flow'rs fmiles foes foft fome fongs foon foul ftand ftate ftill ftrain fubject fuch fure fweet fword Gaul gen'rous GEORGE STEPNEY gods grace heart heav'n himſelf hoft honour Jove juft king laft laſt lefs lov'd lover madam maid moft monarch moſt mufe muft muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffion Paftorals pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride purſue rage raiſe reafon reft Retiarius rife Rome ſcene Servius Tullius ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſmile ſtand ſtate ſtill tears thee thefe Theocritus theſe thofe THOMAS TICKELL thoſe thou thought thouſand thro verfe verſe Virgil whofe whoſe wou'd youth
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Страница 238 - In hymns of love, not ill essay'd below ? Or dost thou warn poor mortals left behind, A task well suited to thy gentle mind ? Oh, if sometimes thy spotless...
Страница 258 - By beauty dazzled, and bewitch'd by love : He longs, he burns to win the glorious prize, And fees no danger, while he fees her eyes. Now from each hoft the eager warriors ftart, And furious Albion flings his...
Страница 237 - Addison unpaid, Blame not her silence, Warwick, but bemoan, And judge, Oh judge, my bosom by your own. What mourner ever felt poetic fires ! Slow comes the verse that real woe inspires : Grief unaffected suits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart.
Страница 260 - At length awak'd (for what can long reftrain Unbody'd fpirits !) but awak'd in pain : And as he faw the defolated wood, And the dark den where once his empire flood...
Страница 250 - As through the regal dome fhe fought for prey; Obferv'd the infant Albion where he lay In mantles broider'd o'er with gorgeous pride, And ftole him from the fleeping mother's fide.
Страница 183 - Forfter's troops of raggamuffins ? In vain thy lads around thee bandy, Inflam'd with bagpipe and with brandy, Doth not bold Sutherland the trufty, With heart fo true, and voice fo rufty, (A loyal foul) thy troops affright, While hoarfely he demands the fight ? Do'ft thou not gen'rous Hay dread.. The braveft hand, the wifeft head ? Undaunted do'ft thou hear th...
Страница 35 - d fend the rogue in fetters bound To work in Bridewell, or to plough your ground : But, nobles, you who trace your birth from Troy, Think, you the great prerogative enjoy Of doing ill, by virtue of that race ; As if what we efteem in coblers bafe, Would the high family of Brutus grace. Shameful are thcfe examples, yet we...
Страница 259 - O'er foaming mountains, and through burfting tides, Now high, now low, the bounding chariot rides, 'Till through the Thames in a loud whirlwind's roar It moots, and lands him on the deftin'd fhore.
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Страница 240 - COLIN AND LUCY. A BALLAD. OF Leinster, fam'd for maidens fair, Bright Lucy was the grace ; Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid stream Reflect so sweet a face : Till luckless love, and pining care, Impair'd her rosy hue, Her coral lips, and damask cheeks, And eyes of glossy blue. Oh ! have you seen a lily pale, When beating rains descend ? So droop'd the slow-consuming maid, Her life now near its end. By Lucy warn'd, of flattering...