Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Том 2Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... less than Fate ; But why fhouldft thou , from ev'ry grievance free , Forfake thy Vineyards for their stormy Sea ? For thee did Canaan's Milk and Honey flow , Love dreft thy Bow'rs , and Laurels fought thy Brow , Preferment , Wealth and ...
... less than Fate ; But why fhouldft thou , from ev'ry grievance free , Forfake thy Vineyards for their stormy Sea ? For thee did Canaan's Milk and Honey flow , Love dreft thy Bow'rs , and Laurels fought thy Brow , Preferment , Wealth and ...
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... less than nothing , if a lefs could be . For then our Atoms , which in order lay , Are scatter'd from their heap , and puff'd away , And never can return into their place , When once the paufe of Life has left an empty space .. And laft ...
... less than nothing , if a lefs could be . For then our Atoms , which in order lay , Are scatter'd from their heap , and puff'd away , And never can return into their place , When once the paufe of Life has left an empty space .. And laft ...
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... less laments than doth the widow'd Stage . And onely Vice and Folly now are glad , Our Gods are troubled , and our Prince is fad : He chiefly who bestows Light , Health and Art , Feels this fharp Grief pierce his immortal Heart , He his ...
... less laments than doth the widow'd Stage . And onely Vice and Folly now are glad , Our Gods are troubled , and our Prince is fad : He chiefly who bestows Light , Health and Art , Feels this fharp Grief pierce his immortal Heart , He his ...
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... less a Pile ) The Monuments poffefs an ample Room , And fuch a Wonder lye without a Tomb ? Raife thou him one in Verfe , and there relate His Worth , thy Grief , and our deplored State , His great Perfections , our great Loss recite ...
... less a Pile ) The Monuments poffefs an ample Room , And fuch a Wonder lye without a Tomb ? Raife thou him one in Verfe , and there relate His Worth , thy Grief , and our deplored State , His great Perfections , our great Loss recite ...
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... less . But , though to err with thee be no fmall skill , And we adore the laft draughts of thy Quill : [ Age , Though those thy Thoughts , which the now queafie Doth count but Clods , and refuse of the Stage , Will come up Porcelain ...
... less . But , though to err with thee be no fmall skill , And we adore the laft draughts of thy Quill : [ Age , Though those thy Thoughts , which the now queafie Doth count but Clods , and refuse of the Stage , Will come up Porcelain ...
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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.