Poetical Miscellanies: Consisting of Original Poems and TranslationsJ. Tonson, 1714 - 318 páginas |
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... Breasts , and Brothers dead . Dryd . Temp . Ambition , like a Torrent , ne'er looks back : It is a Swelling , and the laft Affection A high Mind can put off : It is a Rebel Both to the Soul and Reason ; and inforces All Laws , all ...
... Breasts , and Brothers dead . Dryd . Temp . Ambition , like a Torrent , ne'er looks back : It is a Swelling , and the laft Affection A high Mind can put off : It is a Rebel Both to the Soul and Reason ; and inforces All Laws , all ...
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... with indignant Looks , And threat'ning Accents terribly begun . Broome . Hom . Thefe Words , fo full of Malice , mix'd with Art : Inflam'd with Rage the youthful Hero's Heart . Then Then , groaning from the Bottom of his Breast , 32 AN.
... with indignant Looks , And threat'ning Accents terribly begun . Broome . Hom . Thefe Words , fo full of Malice , mix'd with Art : Inflam'd with Rage the youthful Hero's Heart . Then Then , groaning from the Bottom of his Breast , 32 AN.
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... Breast . Then all at once his Grief and Rage appear'd , And Floods of Tears ran trickling down his Beard . Dryd . ( Bocc . Sig . & Guife . ANGLER . In genial Spring , beneath the quiving Shade Where cooling Vapours breathe along the ...
... Breast . Then all at once his Grief and Rage appear'd , And Floods of Tears ran trickling down his Beard . Dryd . ( Bocc . Sig . & Guife . ANGLER . In genial Spring , beneath the quiving Shade Where cooling Vapours breathe along the ...
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... Breast : But neither conquer'd is , nor Conqueror : Such is the equal Poife of this fell War . Shak . Hen . 6. p . 3 . While to her Noon the facred Day advanc'd , On even Wings , between the warring Armies , Dubious the Conqueft hover'd ...
... Breast : But neither conquer'd is , nor Conqueror : Such is the equal Poife of this fell War . Shak . Hen . 6. p . 3 . While to her Noon the facred Day advanc'd , On even Wings , between the warring Armies , Dubious the Conqueft hover'd ...
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... Breast does Pity move ; Pity , the tender'ft Part of Love . Yald . Beauty's a Tyrant , jealous of its Pow'r . D'Aven . Circe . Where Love gives Law , Beauty the Sceptre fways ; And , uncompell'd , the happy World obeys . Wall . Old as I ...
... Breast does Pity move ; Pity , the tender'ft Part of Love . Yald . Beauty's a Tyrant , jealous of its Pow'r . D'Aven . Circe . Where Love gives Law , Beauty the Sceptre fways ; And , uncompell'd , the happy World obeys . Wall . Old as I ...
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Página 237 - O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Página 236 - Hell within him; for within him Hell He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell One step, no more than from himself, can fly By change of place...
Página 237 - Ah, wherefore! he deserved no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his service hard.
Página 149 - tis fair, yet seems to call a coach. The tuck'd-up sempstress walks with hasty strides, While streams run down her oil'd umbrella's sides. Here various kinds, by various fortunes led, Commence acquaintance underneath a shed. Triumphant Tories and desponding Whigs Forget their feuds, and join to save their wigs.
Página 235 - O prince, O chief of many throned powers, That led the embattled seraphim to war Under thy conduct, and in dreadful deeds 130 Fearless, endangered heaven's perpetual king; And put to proof his high supremacy, Whether upheld by strength, or chance, or fate...
Página 358 - Clusters in the Sun, Others to tread the liquid Harvest join, The groaning Presses foam with Floods of Wine. Here are the Vines in early Flow'r descry'd, Here Grapes discolour'd on the sunny Side, And there in Autumn's richest Purple dy'd.
Página 334 - Oft, as in Airy Rings they skim the Heath, The clam'rous Plovers feel the Leaden Death: Oft as the mounting Larks their Notes prepare, They fall, and leave their little Lives in Air.
Página 294 - WHAT shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own ? I shall, like beasts or common people, die, Unless you write my elegy ; Whilst others great, by being born, are grown; Their mothers' labour, not their own. In this scale gold, in th' other fame does lie, The weight of that mounts this so high.
Página 10 - O'er craggy mountains, and the flowery plain ; Through brakes and thickets forc'd his way, and flew Through many a ring, where once he did pursue. In vain he oft...
Página 326 - Let India boast her plants, nor envy we The weeping amber, or the balmy tree, While by our oaks the precious loads are borne, And realms commanded which those trees adorn.