Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Հատոր 2Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... Breast ; Then loud he call'd Eneas , thrice by Name ; The loud repeated Voice to glad Æneas came . Great Jove , faid he , and the far - hooting God , Lafpire thy Mind , to make thy Challenge good . He faid no more ; but haften'd to ...
... Breast ; Then loud he call'd Eneas , thrice by Name ; The loud repeated Voice to glad Æneas came . Great Jove , faid he , and the far - hooting God , Lafpire thy Mind , to make thy Challenge good . He faid no more ; but haften'd to ...
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... Breasts of Children reign . These bugbears of the Mind , this inward Hell , No rays of outward sunshine can dispel ; But Nature and right Reason must display [ to day . Their Beams abroad , and bring the darkfome Soul Tranflation of the ...
... Breasts of Children reign . These bugbears of the Mind , this inward Hell , No rays of outward sunshine can dispel ; But Nature and right Reason must display [ to day . Their Beams abroad , and bring the darkfome Soul Tranflation of the ...
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... Breast , All these fhall be no more : thy Friends oppreft , Thy Care and Courage now no more shall free : Ah Wretch , thou cry'ft , ah ! miferable me , One woful day fweeps Children , Friends and Wife , And all the brittle Bleffings of ...
... Breast , All these fhall be no more : thy Friends oppreft , Thy Care and Courage now no more shall free : Ah Wretch , thou cry'ft , ah ! miferable me , One woful day fweeps Children , Friends and Wife , And all the brittle Bleffings of ...
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... Breast . V. How long wilt thou , fair Shepherdess , Efteem me , and my Prefents lefs ? To thee the harmlefs Snake I bring , Difarmed of its Teeth and Sting . To thee Chameleons changing - hue , And Oak - leaves tipt with Honey dew . Yet ...
... Breast . V. How long wilt thou , fair Shepherdess , Efteem me , and my Prefents lefs ? To thee the harmlefs Snake I bring , Difarmed of its Teeth and Sting . To thee Chameleons changing - hue , And Oak - leaves tipt with Honey dew . Yet ...
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... Breast : .II . My Breaft , the Forge of happier Love , Where my Lucinda lives ; And the rich Stock does fo improve , As fhe her Art employs ; That ev'ry Smile and Touch fhe gives , Turns all to Golden Joys . III . Since then we can fuch ...
... Breast : .II . My Breaft , the Forge of happier Love , Where my Lucinda lives ; And the rich Stock does fo improve , As fhe her Art employs ; That ev'ry Smile and Touch fhe gives , Turns all to Golden Joys . III . Since then we can fuch ...
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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.