Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Том 2Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... Charms no longer ftands in need ; While fond of Change , though ne'er fo dearly bought , Our Tribes out - ftrip the Youth's Ambitious Thought ; His fwifteft Hopes with fwifter Homage meet , And crowd their fervile Necks beneath his Feet ...
... Charms no longer ftands in need ; While fond of Change , though ne'er fo dearly bought , Our Tribes out - ftrip the Youth's Ambitious Thought ; His fwifteft Hopes with fwifter Homage meet , And crowd their fervile Necks beneath his Feet ...
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... Charm the giddy Rabble held , Ev'n Abfalom amidst the dazling Beams Of Empire , and Ambition's flattering Dreams , Perceives the Plot ( too foul to be excus'd ) To aid Defigns , no lefs pernicious , us'd . And ( Filial Senfe yet ...
... Charm the giddy Rabble held , Ev'n Abfalom amidst the dazling Beams Of Empire , and Ambition's flattering Dreams , Perceives the Plot ( too foul to be excus'd ) To aid Defigns , no lefs pernicious , us'd . And ( Filial Senfe yet ...
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... wife , Has view'd your Motions long with jealous Eyes : Your Person's Charms , your more prevailing Arts , And mark'd your Progrefs in the Peoples Hearts , Whofe Patience is th ' effect of ftinted Pow'r , MISCELLANY POEMS . ༡ ༔
... wife , Has view'd your Motions long with jealous Eyes : Your Person's Charms , your more prevailing Arts , And mark'd your Progrefs in the Peoples Hearts , Whofe Patience is th ' effect of ftinted Pow'r , MISCELLANY POEMS . ༡ ༔
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... charm'd as deep as theirs that faw ! Not only our attending Nobles weep , But hardy Sailors fwell with Tears the Deep ! The Tide reftrain'd her Courfe , and more amaz'd , The Twin - ftars on the Royal Brothers gaz'd : While this fole ...
... charm'd as deep as theirs that faw ! Not only our attending Nobles weep , But hardy Sailors fwell with Tears the Deep ! The Tide reftrain'd her Courfe , and more amaz'd , The Twin - ftars on the Royal Brothers gaz'd : While this fole ...
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... charm'd Eyes unclose , And Ifrael judge between her Friends and Foes ? When shall we fee expir'd Deceivers sway , And credit what our God and Monarchs fay ? Diffembled Patriots brib'd with Egypt's Gold , Ev'n Sanhedrims in blind ...
... charm'd Eyes unclose , And Ifrael judge between her Friends and Foes ? When shall we fee expir'd Deceivers sway , And credit what our God and Monarchs fay ? Diffembled Patriots brib'd with Egypt's Gold , Ev'n Sanhedrims in blind ...
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Страница 145 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Страница 56 - As for the dog, the furies, and their snakes, The gloomy caverns, and the burning lakes, And all the vain infernal trumpery, They neither are, nor were, nor e'er can be.
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Страница 368 - A sigh or tear, perhaps, she'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid.
Страница 18 - Hast shamefully defied the Lord's anointed. I will not rake the dunghill of thy crimes, For who would read thy life that reads thy rhymes ? But of King David's foes be this the doom, May all be like the young man Absalom ; And for my foes, may this their blessing be, To talk like Doeg, and to write like thee...
Страница 89 - He loved not the muses so well as his sport, And prized black eyes, or a lucky hit At bowls above all the trophies of wit; But Apollo was angry, and publicly said, 'Twere fit that a fine were set upon 's head.
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Страница 18 - A double noose thou on thy neck dost pull, For writing treason, and for writing dull: To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
Страница 68 - APnore, the babe is (hipwreck'd on the world: Naked he lies, and ready to expire ; Helplefs of all that human wants require ; Expos'd upon unhofpitable earth, From the firft moment of his haplefs birth. Straight with foreboding cries he fills the room ; Too true prefages of his future doom. But flocks and herds, and every ravage beaft, By more indulgent nature are increas'd.