The Poetical Works of Matthew Prior ...Bell and Daldy, 1866 |
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... dear path to vulgar eyes unseen , With its grey shrine , and rural chapel crown'd , Threading the oaken coppice , soon we gain'd A little sylvan lawn , that ' mid the embrace Of close - embowering trees , its tender green Nurs'd with ...
... dear path to vulgar eyes unseen , With its grey shrine , and rural chapel crown'd , Threading the oaken coppice , soon we gain'd A little sylvan lawn , that ' mid the embrace Of close - embowering trees , its tender green Nurs'd with ...
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... dear path to vulgar eyes unseen , With its grey shrine , and rural chapel crown'd , Threading the oaken coppice , soon we gain'd A little sylvan lawn , that ' mid the embrace Of close - embowering trees , its tender green Nurs'd with ...
... dear path to vulgar eyes unseen , With its grey shrine , and rural chapel crown'd , Threading the oaken coppice , soon we gain'd A little sylvan lawn , that ' mid the embrace Of close - embowering trees , its tender green Nurs'd with ...
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... his letters , Bolingbroke says , - My friendship , dear Matt . shall never fail thee , employ all , and continue to love Bolingbroke . ' See Corr . vol . iii . p . 361 . ficient to put him on his guard , and made xxii LIFE OF PRIOR .
... his letters , Bolingbroke says , - My friendship , dear Matt . shall never fail thee , employ all , and continue to love Bolingbroke . ' See Corr . vol . iii . p . 361 . ficient to put him on his guard , and made xxii LIFE OF PRIOR .
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... dear Lord ; if at my return I may help you any way in your drudgery , the youngest clerk you have is not more at your command : and if at the old hour of midnight after your drudgery , a cold blade - bone of mutton in Duke Street will ...
... dear Lord ; if at my return I may help you any way in your drudgery , the youngest clerk you have is not more at your command : and if at the old hour of midnight after your drudgery , a cold blade - bone of mutton in Duke Street will ...
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... dear Lord Bolingbroke , I shall hear no more of sluices " till Shiloh comes . " What are ye all doing in England , and ( as these people ask me ) who are the government ? For my own part , I hear nothing from that merry island , but ...
... dear Lord Bolingbroke , I shall hear no more of sluices " till Shiloh comes . " What are ye all doing in England , and ( as these people ask me ) who are the government ? For my own part , I hear nothing from that merry island , but ...
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arms banyshed battle of Landen beauteous beauty Belgia bless blest Boileau Bolingbroke bosom breast breath Britain charms Cloe Cloe's command cried crown'd Cupid darts dear death delight Derry dread Duke e'er Earl of Dorset earth Emma Emma's eyes fair fame fate favour fear fight flame France Gallic Ganymede George Rooke glorious glory goddess grace grene wode go grief hand happy hast heart Heaven Henry hero honour Jove king lady live Lord Lord Bolingbroke mankynde I love Marlborough master sword MATTHEW PRIOR Muse mynde Namur ne'er never night numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er pain peace poem poet praise prince queen rage reign rove Sambre sav'd sighs sing smiles soft song sorrow tell thee things thou thought Torcy triumph Venus verse vex'd virtue vows weep William wound wretched write wyll youth
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Página 109 - tis his fancy to run. At night he declines on his Thetis's breast. So when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come; No matter what beauties I saw in my way, They were but my visits, but thou art my home.
Página 104 - Ah me ! the blooming pride of May And that of Beauty are but one : At morn both flourish, bright and gay, Both fade at evening, pale and gone.
Página 172 - Dear Thomas, did'st thou never pop Thy head into a tin-man's shop? There, Thomas, did'st thou never see ('Tis but by way of Simile !) A squirrel spend his little rage, In jumping round a rolling cage ? The cage, as either side...
Página 180 - I am the knyght ; I come by nyght, As secret as I can ; Sayinge, Alas ! thus standeth the case, I am a banyshed man.
Página 40 - In vain you tell your parting lover, You wish fair winds may waft him over. Alas! what winds can happy prove, That bear me far from what I love? Alas ! what dangers on the main Can equal those that I sustain, From slighted vows, and cold disdain?
Página 204 - Did I but purpose to embark with thee On the smooth surface of a summer's sea ; While gentle zephyrs play in prosperous gales, And fortune's favour fills the swelling sails ; 3»» But would forsake the ship, and make the shore, When the winds whistle, and the tempests roar...
Página 103 - explain This change of humour : pry'thee tell : That falling tear — what does it mean ?" She sigh'd : she smiled : and to the flowers Pointing, the lovely moralist said : " See ! friend, in some few fleeting hours, See yonder, what a change is made. " Ah me, the blooming pride of May, And that of Beauty are but one ; At morn both flourish bright and gay, Both fade at evening, pale, and gone.
Página 133 - Whate'er thy countrymen have done, By law and wit, by sword and gun, In thee is faithfully recited ; And all the living world that view Thy work, give thee the praises due, At once instructed and delighted. ' " Yet for the fame of all these deeds, What beggar in the Invalides, With lameness broke, with blindness smitten, Wished ever decently to die, To have been either Mezeray, Or any monarch he has written?
Página 240 - ... rolling threescore years and one Did round this globe their courses run, If human things went ill or well, If changing empires rose or fell, The morning past, the evening came, And found this couple still the same. They...
Página 44 - Our anxious pains we, all the day, In search of what we like, employ : Scorning at night the worthless prey, We find the labour gave the joy.