Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Том 1Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... Nymph , such killing Language cease , And let the poor Sireno dye in peace . Witness ye Everlasting Powers above , That never Shepherd bore a truer Love ! With thee I wish't had been my happy doom , With thee alone to spend my Life to ...
... Nymph , such killing Language cease , And let the poor Sireno dye in peace . Witness ye Everlasting Powers above , That never Shepherd bore a truer Love ! With thee I wish't had been my happy doom , With thee alone to spend my Life to ...
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... Nymph too Fair , ( Ah , lovely Nymph , must I for ever bear ! ) In your bright Eyes such Heav'nly Beauties shine , You want but mercy to be all Divine ; Loft freedom to regain I dare not try , That were Rebellion , and I ought to dye ...
... Nymph too Fair , ( Ah , lovely Nymph , must I for ever bear ! ) In your bright Eyes such Heav'nly Beauties shine , You want but mercy to be all Divine ; Loft freedom to regain I dare not try , That were Rebellion , and I ought to dye ...
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... Nymph , by every Grace adorn'd , I know Why you despise and fly the Cyclops fo ; Because a shaggy Brow from side to side , Stretch'd in a line , does my large Forehead hide ; And under that one only Eye does shine , And my flat Nose to ...
... Nymph , by every Grace adorn'd , I know Why you despise and fly the Cyclops fo ; Because a shaggy Brow from side to side , Stretch'd in a line , does my large Forehead hide ; And under that one only Eye does shine , And my flat Nose to ...
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... Nymph I need not fue , nor try The force of any lightning but the Eye . Beauty and Youth more than a God command ... Nymphs of your own God - like line 112 The FIRST PART of.
... Nymph I need not fue , nor try The force of any lightning but the Eye . Beauty and Youth more than a God command ... Nymphs of your own God - like line 112 The FIRST PART of.
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... Nymph complaining for the death of her Fawn . T e By Andrew Marvell , Esq . HE wanton Troopers riding by Have shot my Fawn , and it will die . Ungentle men ! They cannot thrive That kill'd thee . Thou ne'er didst alive Them any harm ...
... Nymph complaining for the death of her Fawn . T e By Andrew Marvell , Esq . HE wanton Troopers riding by Have shot my Fawn , and it will die . Ungentle men ! They cannot thrive That kill'd thee . Thou ne'er didst alive Them any harm ...
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Amyntas Arms beſt bleſt call'd Cauſe Charms cloſe Corydon cou'd curſe Cyclops Damon Daphnis defire delight Delphis Deſign diſdain Diſeaſe doſt e'er eaſe ECLOGUE Euryalus Eyes facred faid fair falſe Fame Fate felf fing firſt Flame Foes fome freſh Friend fuch Gods haſte Heart Heav'n inſpire juſt King laſt leſs loſe lov'd Love Lucretius Lycidas MENALCAS mighty Mind MOPSUS moſt Muſe muſt ne'er never Night Numbers Nymph o'er Paffion paſs Paſſion paſt Peace pleaſe Pleaſure Poet Pow'r praiſe preſent publick Pyrrha rage raiſe reſt rife riſe roſe ſad ſay ſcorn ſecure ſee ſeem'd ſeems ſeen ſelf Senſe ſent ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhew ſhine ſhould ſhow ſoft ſome Soul ſpeak ſpread ſtand ſtay ſtill ſtreams ſuch ſure Swains ſweet Tears tell whence sprung thee Theocritus theſe thoſe thou Tranflated twas Verſe whence the dire Whilst whoſe Winds wou'd Youth
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Страница 148 - Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp and feast and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry, — Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Страница 145 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Страница 24 - Refuse his age the needful hours of rest ? Punish a body which he could not please ; Bankrupt of life, yet prodigal of ease ? And all to leave what with his toil he won, To that unfeather'd two-legg'd thing, a son ; Got while his soul did huddled notions try, And born a shapeless lump, like anarchy.
Страница 159 - Twould stay, and run again, and stay, For it was nimbler much than hinds; And trod as if on the four winds. I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness, And all the springtime of the year It only loved to be there.
Страница 166 - So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and, with new spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves.
Страница 6 - This is thy province, this thy wondrous way, New humours to invent for each new play: This is that boasted...
Страница 2 - Heywood and Shirley were but types of thee, Thou last great prophet of tautology: Even I, a dunce of more renown than they, ^ Was sent before but to prepare thy way: And coarsely clad in Norwich drugget came To teach the nations in thy greater name.
Страница 153 - Softly on my eyelids laid; And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some Spirit to mortals good, Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Страница 158 - Is dyed in such a purple grain. There is not such another in The world to offer for their sin.