The virgin muse. Being a collection of poems from our most celebrated English poets. [Ed.] by J. Greenwood1722 |
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... a Song of his Compofing . CHloris , your felf you fo excel , When you vouchfafe to breath my Thought , That like a Spirit with this Spell Of my own Teaching I am caught . B 3 The The Eagle's Fate and mine are one , Which on ( 7 ) 22a44.
... a Song of his Compofing . CHloris , your felf you fo excel , When you vouchfafe to breath my Thought , That like a Spirit with this Spell Of my own Teaching I am caught . B 3 The The Eagle's Fate and mine are one , Which on ( 7 ) 22a44.
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... Thoughts did vex , Her Wit difdain'd the Fetters of her Sex . Michal no lefs difdain'd Affairs and Noife , Yet did it not from Ignorance , but Choice : In brief , both Copies were more fweetly drawn ; Merab of Saul , Michal of Jonathan ...
... Thoughts did vex , Her Wit difdain'd the Fetters of her Sex . Michal no lefs difdain'd Affairs and Noife , Yet did it not from Ignorance , but Choice : In brief , both Copies were more fweetly drawn ; Merab of Saul , Michal of Jonathan ...
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... thought That you in any thing were to be taught . Correct my Error with thy Pen ; And if any ask me then , What thing right Wit , and height of Genius is , I'll only fhew your Lines , and fay , ' Tis this . XI . The Defpairing Shepherd ...
... thought That you in any thing were to be taught . Correct my Error with thy Pen ; And if any ask me then , What thing right Wit , and height of Genius is , I'll only fhew your Lines , and fay , ' Tis this . XI . The Defpairing Shepherd ...
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... thought , ' tis what I fear'd , And yet I pardon you , the cry'd ; But you fhall promife ne'er again , To breath your Vows , or fpeak your Pain ; He bow'd , obey'd , and dy'd . Mr. Prior . XU . XII . David's Song under Michal's Window ...
... thought , ' tis what I fear'd , And yet I pardon you , the cry'd ; But you fhall promife ne'er again , To breath your Vows , or fpeak your Pain ; He bow'd , obey'd , and dy'd . Mr. Prior . XU . XII . David's Song under Michal's Window ...
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... Thoughts infpire , Tho ' fo exalted the , And I fo lowly be , Tell her fuch diff'rent Notes make all thy Harmony . 2 . Hark , how the Strings awake , And tho ' the Moving Hand approach not near , Themselves with awful fear , A kind of ...
... Thoughts infpire , Tho ' fo exalted the , And I fo lowly be , Tell her fuch diff'rent Notes make all thy Harmony . 2 . Hark , how the Strings awake , And tho ' the Moving Hand approach not near , Themselves with awful fear , A kind of ...
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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 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Страница 112 - And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters. And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament: and it was so. And God called the firmament Heaven. And the evening and the morning were the second day.
Страница 125 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
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.