The virgin muse. Being a collection of poems from our most celebrated English poets. [Ed.] by J. Greenwood1722 |
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... Rage . Nor a tall Metaphor in the Bombaft - way , Nor the dry Chips of Short - Lung'd Seneca .. Nor upon all Things to obtrude , And force fome odd Similitude . What is it then , which like the Power Divine , We only can by Negatives ...
... Rage . Nor a tall Metaphor in the Bombaft - way , Nor the dry Chips of Short - Lung'd Seneca .. Nor upon all Things to obtrude , And force fome odd Similitude . What is it then , which like the Power Divine , We only can by Negatives ...
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... Rage and Pride . The Plagues of Dagon ! A fmooth Boy , faid he , A curfed beardlefs Foe oppos'd to Me ! ( come ! Hell ! With what Arms , hence thou fond Child , he's Some Friend his Mother call to drive him home . Not gone yet ? If one ...
... Rage and Pride . The Plagues of Dagon ! A fmooth Boy , faid he , A curfed beardlefs Foe oppos'd to Me ! ( come ! Hell ! With what Arms , hence thou fond Child , he's Some Friend his Mother call to drive him home . Not gone yet ? If one ...
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... Rage fo defperate t'affay An Element more merciless than they . But fearless they purfue , nor can the Flood Quench their dire Thirft ; alas ! they thirst for Blood . So towards a Ship the Oar - fin'd Gallies ply , Which wanting Sea to ...
... Rage fo defperate t'affay An Element more merciless than they . But fearless they purfue , nor can the Flood Quench their dire Thirft ; alas ! they thirst for Blood . So towards a Ship the Oar - fin'd Gallies ply , Which wanting Sea to ...
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... , how long Have wretched Mothers mourn'd thy Rage , Robb'd of the Hopes and Comfort of their Age ? From the unhappy Lovers fide , How often haft thou torn the Blooming Bride . Now Now like a Tyrant , rifing by Degrees To worse ( 48 )
... , how long Have wretched Mothers mourn'd thy Rage , Robb'd of the Hopes and Comfort of their Age ? From the unhappy Lovers fide , How often haft thou torn the Blooming Bride . Now Now like a Tyrant , rifing by Degrees To worse ( 48 )
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... Rage begin , And this fteep Hill would gallop up with violent courfe ' Tis an unruly and a Hard - Mouth'd Horfe , Fierce , and unbroken yet , Impatient of the Spur or Bit Now Now prances fately , and anon flies o're the Place ( 68 )
... Rage begin , And this fteep Hill would gallop up with violent courfe ' Tis an unruly and a Hard - Mouth'd Horfe , Fierce , and unbroken yet , Impatient of the Spur or Bit Now Now prances fately , and anon flies o're the Place ( 68 )
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Achelous againſt alfo alſo Arms Baucis Baucis and Philemon beft Bleffings Breaft bright call'd Caufe Charms cou'd Cowley Curfe dark Defire doft e're Eafe Earth Ev'n Eyes fafe faid fair falute fame Fate fcarce fear feen felf fhall fhew fhine fhould filent firft firſt flain Flame fmall foft fome fpread ftand ftill ftood ftrong fuch fung fure fweet Gods greateſt Ground Guife happy Heart Heav'n himſelf Honour Hudibras infpire juft King laft lefs Lelex Light Love Lyre mighty moft Mufe muft muſt Night Numbers Nymph Orinda Ovid Paffion Pain Perfon Philemon Phrygia Pindar Pindus Pleafure pleas'd pleaſe Porringers Pow'r Praife praiſe prefent raiſe Reafon reft rife Robin-Hood rofe Seether Senfe ſhe Sight Sir Charles Sedley Song Soul thee thefe Things thofe thoſe thou thro Timotheus Verfe vex'd Virtue Whilft whofe Winds Wings wou'd
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Страница 158 - Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing : ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Страница 22 - Dire was the tossing, deep the groans : Despair Tended the sick, busiest from couch to couch ; And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invoked With vows, as their chief good, and final hope.
Страница 136 - The Sun to me is dark And silent as the Moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Since light so necessary is to life, And almost life itself, if it be true That light is in the Soul, She all in every part; why was the sight To such a tender ball as the eye confined?
Страница 136 - To live a life half dead, a living death, And buried; but, O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave...
Страница 116 - Hither, as to their fountain, other stars Repairing, in their golden urns draw light...
Страница 143 - Excelling brass, but more excell'd by gold. Then Summer, Autumn, Winter did appear, And Spring was but a season of the year. The sun his annual course obliquely made, Good days contracted, and enlarged the bad.
Страница 10 - tis not a Jest Admir'd with Laughter at a feast, Nor florid Talk which can that Title gain; The Proofs of Wit for ever must remain.