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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... move , Inftructing all her sex to love . II . Golden rings of flowing hair More than Hellen did enfnare ; Others a prince's grandeur did admire , And wond'ring , melted to defire . Not only skilful Teucer knew To direct arrows from the ...
... move , Inftructing all her sex to love . II . Golden rings of flowing hair More than Hellen did enfnare ; Others a prince's grandeur did admire , And wond'ring , melted to defire . Not only skilful Teucer knew To direct arrows from the ...
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... moves . And what grave cenfor can my choice despise ? But here , fair charmer , here the diff'rence lies ; The merchant , after all his hazards past , Enjoys the fruit of his long toils at last ; The foldier high in his king's favour ...
... moves . And what grave cenfor can my choice despise ? But here , fair charmer , here the diff'rence lies ; The merchant , after all his hazards past , Enjoys the fruit of his long toils at last ; The foldier high in his king's favour ...
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... move ; What crowns , what empires greater joys cou'd give , Than the foft chains , the flavery of love ? Were not the blifs too often croft , By that unhappy , vile diftruft , ↑ Penelope . That That gnawing doubt , that anxious fear ...
... move ; What crowns , what empires greater joys cou'd give , Than the foft chains , the flavery of love ? Were not the blifs too often croft , By that unhappy , vile diftruft , ↑ Penelope . That That gnawing doubt , that anxious fear ...
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... move ; Might hinder you from adding thus , by jealous frenzies , more [ much before . New pangs to one whom hopeless love had plagu'd too IV . Think not , falfe nymph , my fury to out - ftorm , I fcorn your anger , and defpife your ...
... move ; Might hinder you from adding thus , by jealous frenzies , more [ much before . New pangs to one whom hopeless love had plagu'd too IV . Think not , falfe nymph , my fury to out - ftorm , I fcorn your anger , and defpife your ...
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... move thy tears : And think , unless I lov'd thee ftill , I had not treated thee fo ill ; For thefe rude pangs of jealousy , are much more certain figns [ coins . Of love , than all the tender words an amorous fancy VIII . Torment me ...
... move thy tears : And think , unless I lov'd thee ftill , I had not treated thee fo ill ; For thefe rude pangs of jealousy , are much more certain figns [ coins . Of love , than all the tender words an amorous fancy VIII . Torment me ...
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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 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.
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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...
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