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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... praise : Some in their ftrains up to the fountain run , From whence this ftream of virtue first begun ; Others chofe heroes of a later date , And fung the founder of the neighb'ring state ; How daringly he tyranny withstood , And feal'd ...
... praise : Some in their ftrains up to the fountain run , From whence this ftream of virtue first begun ; Others chofe heroes of a later date , And fung the founder of the neighb'ring state ; How daringly he tyranny withstood , And feal'd ...
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... praise ; Too faint the colours , and too mean the art , To represent your glories , or my heart : Thefe humble emblems are defign'd to show , Not how we wou'd reward , but what we owe . Here from your childhood take a fhort review , How ...
... praise ; Too faint the colours , and too mean the art , To represent your glories , or my heart : Thefe humble emblems are defign'd to show , Not how we wou'd reward , but what we owe . Here from your childhood take a fhort review , How ...
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... praise ; None who , tho ' laurels crown'd their aged 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 ...
... praise ; None who , tho ' laurels crown'd their aged 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 ...
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... praise Their progeny immortal ftatues raife , Yet , far from that old gallantry , delight To game before their images all night , And steal to bed at the approach of day , The hour when these their enfigns did display . } Why Why should ...
... praise Their progeny immortal ftatues raife , Yet , far from that old gallantry , delight To game before their images all night , And steal to bed at the approach of day , The hour when these their enfigns did display . } Why Why should ...
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... praise , that none presume to fly Like him , but flag too low , or foar too high , Still does Stefichorus's tongue Sing sweeter than the bird which on it hung . Anacreon ne'er too old can grow , Love from every verse does flow ; Still ...
... praise , that none presume to fly Like him , but flag too low , or foar too high , Still does Stefichorus's tongue Sing sweeter than the bird which on it hung . Anacreon ne'er too old can grow , Love from every verse does flow ; Still ...
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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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