Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Том 2Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... Prince his Slave : And Lord it o'er the Tribes which he could Save : Ev'n Vice in him was Virtue --- what fad Fate But for his Honefty had feiz'd our State ? And with what Tyranny had we been curft , Had Corah never prov'd a Villain ...
... Prince his Slave : And Lord it o'er the Tribes which he could Save : Ev'n Vice in him was Virtue --- what fad Fate But for his Honefty had feiz'd our State ? And with what Tyranny had we been curft , Had Corah never prov'd a Villain ...
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... Prince fevere and 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 ...
... Prince fevere and 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 ...
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... Prince ! Your trivial Faults if he could fo refent , To doom you little lefs than Banishment , What Rage muft your Prefumption fince infpire ? Against his Orders your Return from Tyre ? Nor only fo , but with a Pomp more high , And open ...
... Prince ! Your trivial Faults if he could fo refent , To doom you little lefs than Banishment , What Rage muft your Prefumption fince infpire ? Against his Orders your Return from Tyre ? Nor only fo , but with a Pomp more high , And open ...
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... Prince t'oppofe his Arms ; Nor boots it on what Cause at firft they join , Their Troops once up , are Tools for our Defign At least fuch fubtle Covenants fhall be made , Till Peace it felf is War in Masquerade ... Affociations of ...
... Prince t'oppofe his Arms ; Nor boots it on what Cause at firft they join , Their Troops once up , are Tools for our Defign At least fuch fubtle Covenants fhall be made , Till Peace it felf is War in Masquerade ... Affociations of ...
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... Prince he draws , Returns Reproaches , and cries up the Cause . That Year in which the City he did sway , He left Rebellion in a hopeful way . Yet his Ambition once was found fo bold , To offer Talents of Extorted Gold ; Cou'd David's ...
... Prince he draws , Returns Reproaches , and cries up the Cause . That Year in which the City he did sway , He left Rebellion in a hopeful way . Yet his Ambition once was found fo bold , To offer Talents of Extorted Gold ; Cou'd David's ...
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Страница 145 - 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. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
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.
Страница 187 - twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there : Two paradises 'twere in one, To live in paradise alone. How well the skilful gardener drew Of flowers and herbs this dial new; Where, from above, the milder sun Does through a fragrant zodiac run, And, as it works, the industrious bee Computes its time as well as we ! How could such sweet and wholesome hours Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers...
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.
Страница 290 - Three summer's days to take: With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well, in time of need, To aim their shafts aright. The hounds ran swiftly through the woods The nimble deer to take: And with their cries the hills and dales An echo shrill did make.
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.