The First Part of Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets: Together with Several Original Poems. By the Most Eminent Hands. Publish'd by Mr. DrydenJacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... rise , Which with their pointed Turrets pierce the Skies . Here pleafant Seats , by which clear ftreams do país , Gaze on their fhadows in the liquid Glafs : There , big with ftory , ancient Walls do fhow Their reverend heads ; beneath ...
... rise , Which with their pointed Turrets pierce the Skies . Here pleafant Seats , by which clear ftreams do país , Gaze on their fhadows in the liquid Glafs : There , big with ftory , ancient Walls do fhow Their reverend heads ; beneath ...
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... rising did commit : Who , Rebel - like , with their own Lord at ftrife , Thus made an Infurrection ' gainst his Life . Or were these Gems fent to adorn his Skin , The Cab'net of a richer Soul within ? No Comet need foretel his change ...
... rising did commit : Who , Rebel - like , with their own Lord at ftrife , Thus made an Infurrection ' gainst his Life . Or were these Gems fent to adorn his Skin , The Cab'net of a richer Soul within ? No Comet need foretel his change ...
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... your Chastity , Oh , tell me how you do remain discreet ? And not the Paffion to the throng make known , Which Cupid in revenge has now confin'd to one , VOL . I. G How you fupprefs the rising Sighs , And the foft MISCELLANY POEM S. 121.
... your Chastity , Oh , tell me how you do remain discreet ? And not the Paffion to the throng make known , Which Cupid in revenge has now confin'd to one , VOL . I. G How you fupprefs the rising Sighs , And the foft MISCELLANY POEM S. 121.
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... rising Sighs , And the foft - yielding Soul that wishes in your Eyes , While to the admiring Crowd you nice are found , Some dear , fome fecret Youth , who gives the wound , Informs you all your Vertue's but a cheat , And Honour but a ...
... rising Sighs , And the foft - yielding Soul that wishes in your Eyes , While to the admiring Crowd you nice are found , Some dear , fome fecret Youth , who gives the wound , Informs you all your Vertue's but a cheat , And Honour but a ...
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... rise above All Recompence but thy bright Anna's Love : The fairest Nymph of all the British Race , Shall crown thy Courage , and thy Triumphs grace ; For her thy Heart , not cuftom'd to obey , Shall lofe its fierceness and juft Homage ...
... rise above All Recompence but thy bright Anna's Love : The fairest Nymph of all the British Race , Shall crown thy Courage , and thy Triumphs grace ; For her thy Heart , not cuftom'd to obey , Shall lofe its fierceness and juft Homage ...
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