Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Հատոր 2Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... Poor Slaves in Metre , Dull and Addle - pated , Who Rhime below ev'n David's Pfalms tranflated . Some in my fpeedy pace I muft out - run , As lame Aephibofheth the Wifard's Son : To make quick way I'll leap o'er heavy Blocks Shun rotten ...
... Poor Slaves in Metre , Dull and Addle - pated , Who Rhime below ev'n David's Pfalms tranflated . Some in my fpeedy pace I muft out - run , As lame Aephibofheth the Wifard's Son : To make quick way I'll leap o'er heavy Blocks Shun rotten ...
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... poor . With wealth he was not trufted , for Heav'n knew What ' twas of old to pamper up a few ; To what wou'd he on Quail and Pheafant fwell , That ev'n on Tripe and Carrion could rebel ? But though Heav'n made him poor , ( with rev ...
... poor . With wealth he was not trufted , for Heav'n knew What ' twas of old to pamper up a few ; To what wou'd he on Quail and Pheafant fwell , That ev'n on Tripe and Carrion could rebel ? But though Heav'n made him poor , ( with rev ...
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... our Elder was enricht no more Than Falfe Gehazi with the Syrian's Store ; So poor , that when our Chufing - Tribes were met , Ev'n for his Stinking Votes he ran in Debt ; For Meat the Wicked , and as Authors think , MISCELLANY POEMS . -19.
... our Elder was enricht no more Than Falfe Gehazi with the Syrian's Store ; So poor , that when our Chufing - Tribes were met , Ev'n for his Stinking Votes he ran in Debt ; For Meat the Wicked , and as Authors think , MISCELLANY POEMS . -19.
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... Poor hapless Youth , what Praises can be paid To Love fo great ; to fuch tranfcendent ftore Of early Worth , and fure prefage of more ! Accept whate'er Æneas can afford : Untouch'd thy Arms ; untaken be thy Sword : And all that pleas'd ...
... Poor hapless Youth , what Praises can be paid To Love fo great ; to fuch tranfcendent ftore Of early Worth , and fure prefage of more ! Accept whate'er Æneas can afford : Untouch'd thy Arms ; untaken be thy Sword : And all that pleas'd ...
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... poor Remains provide ; And lay my much - lov'd Laufus by my fide ; He faid ; and to the Sword his Throat apply'd . The Crimson Stream diftain'd his Arms around ; And the disdainful Soul came rushing thro ' the wound , The SPEECH of ...
... poor Remains provide ; And lay my much - lov'd Laufus by my fide ; He faid ; and to the Sword his Throat apply'd . The Crimson Stream diftain'd his Arms around ; And the disdainful Soul came rushing thro ' the wound , The SPEECH of ...
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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.