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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... heads , left he get all the profit t'himself , Too greedy of honour , too lavish of pelf , This motion deny , and vote that tite tillet Should gather from each noble doctor a billet . The kindness was common , and fo they'd return it ...
... heads , left he get all the profit t'himself , Too greedy of honour , too lavish of pelf , This motion deny , and vote that tite tillet Should gather from each noble doctor a billet . The kindness was common , and fo they'd return it ...
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... head , And by his flight refign'd his empty throne , And triple empire to his worthier fon . Then in one note their artful force they join , Eager to reach the victor and the Boyne . How on the wondring bank the hero stood , Lavishly ...
... head , And by his flight refign'd his empty throne , And triple empire to his worthier fon . Then in one note their artful force they join , Eager to reach the victor and the Boyne . How on the wondring bank the hero stood , Lavishly ...
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... head , Confefs'd her lord , blefs'd his return , and faid : If paffion by long abfence does improve , And makes that rapture , which before was love ; Think on my old , my intermitted bliss , And by my former pleafure measure this : Nor ...
... head , Confefs'd her lord , blefs'd his return , and faid : If paffion by long abfence does improve , And makes that rapture , which before was love ; Think on my old , my intermitted bliss , And by my former pleafure measure this : Nor ...
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... head , Admir'd him living , and ador'd him dead , With more devotion fhou'd enrol his name In the long - confecrated lift of fame . But fince my artless and unhallow'd strain Will the high worth , it fhou'd commend , prophane ; } Since ...
... head , Admir'd him living , and ador'd him dead , With more devotion fhou'd enrol his name In the long - confecrated lift of fame . But fince my artless and unhallow'd strain Will the high worth , it fhou'd commend , prophane ; } Since ...
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... head : So will thy people's love , now Mary's gone , Unite both ftreams , and flow on thee alone . The grateful fenate with one voice combine To breath their forrows , and to comfort thine , By bringing to thy view how Europe's fate ...
... head : So will thy people's love , now Mary's gone , Unite both ftreams , and flow on thee alone . The grateful fenate with one voice combine To breath their forrows , and to comfort thine , By bringing to thy view how Europe's fate ...
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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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