The Works of the English Poets: Congreve and FentonH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... thee , resume thy rural reeds ; For war let more harmonious harps be strung : Sing thou of love , and leave great William's deeds To him who fung the Boyne or him to whom he fung . THE THE BIRTH OF THE MUSE . To the Right Honourable ON ...
... thee , resume thy rural reeds ; For war let more harmonious harps be strung : Sing thou of love , and leave great William's deeds To him who fung the Boyne or him to whom he fung . THE THE BIRTH OF THE MUSE . To the Right Honourable ON ...
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... thee , O Montague , these strains are sung , For thee my voice is tun'd , and speaking lyre is ftrung ; For every grace of every Mufe is thine In thee their various fires united shine , Darling of Phoebus and the tuneful Nine ! To thee ...
... thee , O Montague , these strains are sung , For thee my voice is tun'd , and speaking lyre is ftrung ; For every grace of every Mufe is thine In thee their various fires united shine , Darling of Phoebus and the tuneful Nine ! To thee ...
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... thee , the Dardan Prince fhall owe his fame " To thee , the Cæfars their eternal name . Eliza , fung by thee with Fate shall strive , " And long as Time in facred verfe furvive . " And yet , O Mufe , remains the nobleft theme ; " The ...
... thee , the Dardan Prince fhall owe his fame " To thee , the Cæfars their eternal name . Eliza , fung by thee with Fate shall strive , " And long as Time in facred verfe furvive . " And yet , O Mufe , remains the nobleft theme ; " The ...
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... thee bereft ! Yet I were bleft , were I alone undone ; Alas , my child ! where can an infant run ? Unhappy orphan ! thou in woes art nurs'd ; Why were you born ? - I am with bleffings curs'd ! For long ere thou shall be to manhood grown ...
... thee bereft ! Yet I were bleft , were I alone undone ; Alas , my child ! where can an infant run ? Unhappy orphan ! thou in woes art nurs'd ; Why were you born ? - I am with bleffings curs'd ! For long ere thou shall be to manhood grown ...
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... thee with a deed unkind ; Not one untender word , or look of scorn , Which I too often have from others borne . But you from their reproach ftill fet me free , And kindly have reprov'd their cruelty ; If by my fifters or the Queen revil ...
... thee with a deed unkind ; Not one untender word , or look of scorn , Which I too often have from others borne . But you from their reproach ftill fet me free , And kindly have reprov'd their cruelty ; If by my fifters or the Queen revil ...
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Страница 53 - FALSE though she be to me and love, I'll ne'er pursue revenge; For still the charmer I approve, Though I deplore her change. In hours of bliss we oft have met, They could not always last; And though the present I regret, I'm grateful for the past.
Страница 56 - See! see, she wakes — Sabina wakes! And now the sun begins to rise: Less glorious is the morn, that breaks From his bright beams, than her fair eyes. With light united day they give; But different fates ere night fulfil: How many by his warmth will live! How many will her coldness kill!
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Страница 316 - Though lions there are tolerably tame, And civil as the court from which they came. But yet, without experience, sense, or arts, Pumilio boasts sufficiency of parts ; Imagines he alone is amply fit To guide the state, or give the stamp to wit: Pride paints the mind with an heroic air, Nor finds he a defect of vigour there. When Philomel of old essay'd to sing...
Страница 181 - Unknown, and loft, far from my native Home. But I conjure you, by the Throne of Jove, By all that's dear to you, by all you love, By your good Parents, (for no bad, could e'er Produce a Son...
Страница 67 - So now, whatever praife from us is due, Belongs not to old Perfius, but the new. For ftill obfcure, to us no light he gives ; Dead in himfelf, in you alone he lives. So ftubborn flints their inward heat conceal, Till art and force th...
Страница 231 - Again he beats.—It curls again ! At length he bellow'd in a rage, ' This hair will take me up an age.
Страница 71 - Devote thyfelf to Thrift, not Luxury •; And wifely make that kind of Food thy Choice, To which Neceffity confines thy Price. Well may they fear fome miferable End, Whom Gluttony and Want, at once attend; Whofe large voracious Throats have fwallow'd All, Both Land and Stock, Int'reft and Principal: Well may they fear, at length, vile (9) Pollio's Fate, Who fold his very Ring to purchafe Meat; And tho' a Knight, 'mongft common Slaves now ftands, Begging an Alms, with undiftinguifht Hands.
Страница 100 - Heart; Too well I know the Force of inward Grief, And well can bear it, to give you relief: All Love's fevereft Pangs I can endure; I can bear Pain, tho
Страница 232 - But sometimes stoop'd to please a barbarous age : When his immortal bays began to grow Rude was the language, and the humour low ; He, like the God of day, was always bright, But rolling in its course, his orb of light Was sullied, and obscur'd, though soaring high, With spots contracted from the nether sky. But whither is the...