Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Том 2Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... Not fo when Virtue did my Arms require , And to my Father's Wars I flew intire . My Regal Pow'r how will my Foes refent , When I my Self have scarce my own Confent ? Give me a Son's unblemisht Truth again , Or quench 8 The SECOND PART of.
... Not fo when Virtue did my Arms require , And to my Father's Wars I flew intire . My Regal Pow'r how will my Foes refent , When I my Self have scarce my own Confent ? Give me a Son's unblemisht Truth again , Or quench 8 The SECOND PART of.
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... Give me a Son's unblemisht Truth again , Or quench the Sparks of Duty that remain . How flight to force a Throne that Legions guard The Task to me ; to prove Unjust , how hard ! And if th ' imagin'd Guilt thus wound my Thought , - What ...
... Give me a Son's unblemisht Truth again , Or quench the Sparks of Duty that remain . How flight to force a Throne that Legions guard The Task to me ; to prove Unjust , how hard ! And if th ' imagin'd Guilt thus wound my Thought , - What ...
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... give , Which proves Rebellion was fo Primitive . Muft Ancient Failings be Examples made ? Then Murtherers from Cain may learn their Trade . As thou the Heathen and the Saint haft drawn , Methinks th ' Apoftate was the better Man : And ...
... give , Which proves Rebellion was fo Primitive . Muft Ancient Failings be Examples made ? Then Murtherers from Cain may learn their Trade . As thou the Heathen and the Saint haft drawn , Methinks th ' Apoftate was the better Man : And ...
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... give him leave to vent his Spight , Thofe are the only Serpents he can write ; The height of his Ambition is , we know , But to be Mafter of a Puppet - fhow , On that one Stage his Works may yet appear , And a Month's Harvest keeps him ...
... give him leave to vent his Spight , Thofe are the only Serpents he can write ; The height of his Ambition is , we know , But to be Mafter of a Puppet - fhow , On that one Stage his Works may yet appear , And a Month's Harvest keeps him ...
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... give no Supply , But what the Crown's Prerogatives muft buy : As if their Monarch's Rights - to violate More needful were , than to preferve the State ! From prefent Dangers they divert their Care , And all their Fears are of the Royal ...
... give no Supply , But what the Crown's Prerogatives muft buy : As if their Monarch's Rights - to violate More needful were , than to preferve the State ! From prefent Dangers they divert their Care , And all their Fears are of the Royal ...
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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.