A Miscellaneous Collection of Poems, Songs and Epigrams, Bände 1-2T Mosse A. Rhames, 1721 |
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... Poet's Song ; Trophies in joyful Britain's Temple hung , Wreath'd round with Lawrel , ever green , Paint him , ye Poets , in immortal Strains : His Virtues will excite your utmost Pains , To me , the meaneft of your Tribe belongs , To ...
... Poet's Song ; Trophies in joyful Britain's Temple hung , Wreath'd round with Lawrel , ever green , Paint him , ye Poets , in immortal Strains : His Virtues will excite your utmost Pains , To me , the meaneft of your Tribe belongs , To ...
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... Poet's Song ; Trophies in joyful Britain's Temple hung , Wreath'd round with Lawrel , ever green , and Paint him , ye Poets , in immortal Strains : His Virtues will excite your utmost Pains , To me , the meaneft of your Tribe belongs ...
... Poet's Song ; Trophies in joyful Britain's Temple hung , Wreath'd round with Lawrel , ever green , and Paint him , ye Poets , in immortal Strains : His Virtues will excite your utmost Pains , To me , the meaneft of your Tribe belongs ...
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... Poets Theme ! Ye Nobles who furround the British Throne , Reflect its Luftre , and improve your own ; You who refemble , in rich Robes of State , That Majefty Auguft on which you wait , Witnefs how often his decifive Senfe , Marquis of ...
... Poets Theme ! Ye Nobles who furround the British Throne , Reflect its Luftre , and improve your own ; You who refemble , in rich Robes of State , That Majefty Auguft on which you wait , Witnefs how often his decifive Senfe , Marquis of ...
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... Poet's Pride ; With merry Glee then all Day long , Thy Wit , thy Verfe had been my Song . With a Fa , la , & c .. II . But to the Lines which thou haft writ , It was a cruel Choice To add new Force , and Grace thy Wit With Beauty and ...
... Poet's Pride ; With merry Glee then all Day long , Thy Wit , thy Verfe had been my Song . With a Fa , la , & c .. II . But to the Lines which thou haft writ , It was a cruel Choice To add new Force , and Grace thy Wit With Beauty and ...
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... Poet have the GoD beftow ? He covets not the Stores SARDINIA yields , The bending Harvest of her yellow Fields ; Nor fleecy Flocks CALABRIA's Mountains breed , Nor lowing Herds her fertile Pastures feed , Nor verdant Lawns where Lyris ...
... Poet have the GoD beftow ? He covets not the Stores SARDINIA yields , The bending Harvest of her yellow Fields ; Nor fleecy Flocks CALABRIA's Mountains breed , Nor lowing Herds her fertile Pastures feed , Nor verdant Lawns where Lyris ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Arms Beauty Bleffings bleft boaft boaſt Breaſt bright Caufe Cauſe Charms Conqueft cry'd curfe e'er Eaſe Ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fafely faid Fair falfe Fame Fate fear fecret feen felf fhall fhew fhine fhould filent filly fing firſt Foes foft fome foon form'd freſh Friends ftand ftill fuch fure fweet Grace happy Heart Heav'n heav'nly himſelf Hirco honeft Honour Jove juft Kifs KING laft laſt lefs loft Lord lov'd Love Lyre Magick Maid Marble live MATTHEW PRIOR moſt mournful Mufe Mufick muft Muſe muſt ne'er Numbers Nymph o'er Ovid Paffion Pain pleas'd pleaſe Pleaſure Poet Pow'r Praiſe Pride raiſe Reft rife ſee Senfe ſhall ſhe SONG Soul ſpread ſtill Swain thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou Thoughts thouſand thro trembling twas Verfe Vex'd Whigs Whilft Whofe Wife Winds Wiſh WOMAN Youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 23 - Oh ! where shall I my true love find ? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, Does my sweet William sail among the crew ?" William, who high upon the yard, Rock'd with the billows to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard, He sigh'd, and cast his eyes below.
Seite 196 - Who God doth late and early pray, More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend ; This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Seite 33 - That wave and glitter in the distant sun. When, if a sudden gust of wind arise, The brittle forest into atoms flies: The crackling wood beneath the tempest bends, And in a spangled...
Seite 196 - Nor ruin make oppressors great; Who God doth late and early pray More of His grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend.
Seite 4 - But now she is gone, and has left me behind, What a marvellous change on a sudden I find ! When things were as fine as could possibly be, I thought 'twas the Spring; but alas ! it was she.
Seite 6 - Come hither, poor fellow,' and patted his head. . But now, when he's fawning, I with a sour look, Cry. 'Sirrah!' and give him a blow with my crook: And I'll give him another; for why should not Tray Be as dull as his master, when Phebe's away ? When walking with Phebe, what sights have I seen!
Seite 84 - Crcefus a flave (Tho' a king) to his coffers of gold ; He delighted in plentiful bowls ; But drinking much talk would decline, Becaufe 'twas the cuftom of fools To prattle much over their wine. Old Socrates ne'er was content, Till a bottle had heighten'd his joys, Who in's cups to the oracle went...
Seite 35 - Strephon, choose a mate. From too exalted, or too mean a state ; For in both these we may expect to find A creeping spirit, or a haughty mind. Who moves within the middle region, shares The least disquiets, and the smallest cares.
Seite 32 - The vast Leviathan wants room to play, And spout his waters in the face of day. The starving wolves along the main sea prowl, And to the moon in icy valleys howl.
Seite 32 - Or winds begun through hazy skies to blow, At evening a keen eastern breeze arose, And the descending rain unsullied froze.