Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Հատոր 2Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... Such was the Charge on pious Michal brought , Michal that ne'er was cruel ev'n in Thought , The best of Queens , and moft obedient Wife , Impeach'd of curft Designs on David's Life ! His Life , the Theme of her eternal Pray'r , 6 : The ...
... Such was the Charge on pious Michal brought , Michal that ne'er was cruel ev'n in Thought , The best of Queens , and moft obedient Wife , Impeach'd of curft Designs on David's Life ! His Life , the Theme of her eternal Pray'r , 6 : The ...
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... Such Practices as thefe , too grofs to lye Long unobferv'd by each difcerning Eye , The more judicious Ifraelites Unfpell'd , Though ftill the Charm the giddy Rabble held , Ev'n Abfalom amidst the dazling Beams Of Empire , and ...
... Such Practices as thefe , too grofs to lye Long unobferv'd by each difcerning Eye , The more judicious Ifraelites Unfpell'd , Though ftill the Charm the giddy Rabble held , Ev'n Abfalom amidst the dazling Beams Of Empire , and ...
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... Such Stipends thofe vile Hirelings beft befit , Priefts without Grace , and Poets without Wit . Shall that falfe Hebronite efcape our Curfe , • Judas , that keeps the Rebels Penfion - Purse ¿ Judas that pays the Treafon - writer's Fee ...
... Such Stipends thofe vile Hirelings beft befit , Priefts without Grace , and Poets without Wit . Shall that falfe Hebronite efcape our Curfe , • Judas , that keeps the Rebels Penfion - Purse ¿ Judas that pays the Treafon - writer's Fee ...
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... Such Thanks the present Church thy Pen will 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 ...
... Such Thanks the present Church thy Pen will 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 ...
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... Such rage ftorm'd now in Abfalom's fierce Breaft , Such Indignation his fir'd Eyes confeft ; Where now was the Inftructer of his Pride ? Slept the old Pilot in fo rough a Tide ? Whofe wiles had from the happy fhore betray'd , And thus ...
... Such rage ftorm'd now in Abfalom's fierce Breaft , Such Indignation his fir'd Eyes confeft ; Where now was the Inftructer of his Pride ? Slept the old Pilot in fo rough a Tide ? Whofe wiles had from the happy fhore betray'd , And thus ...
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Common terms and phrases
Andrew Marvell Apollo Arms Becauſe beft beſt Bleffing Breaft caft call'd Caufe Cauſe Charms Chlo cou'd crown'd Daph Death defire Difdain doft dreft DRYDEN e'er Eurydice Ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fafe faid fair falfe Fame Fate fcarce fear feem felf fhall fhine fhould fight fince fing Fire firft flain Flame foft fome foon Friend ftand ftill fuch fure fwear fweet GEORGE ETHERIDGE Gods Grace hafte Heart Heav'n himſelf Honour Joys juft kiffing King laft lefs loft lov'd Love Maid Mezentius mighty moft Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er Numbers Nymphs o'er Paffion paft Pain pleafing pleaſe Pleaſure Poets Pow'r Praiſe Prince purſue Rage raiſe reft rife Satyr Senfe ſhall ſhe Song Soul thee thefe themſelves THEOCRITUS theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro truft twas uſe Verfe Whilft whofe Whoſe wou'd Wound Youth
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Էջ 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!
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.