Bell's Edition, Količine 39–40J. Bell, 1784 |
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Stran 23
... Ev'n thee , my Friend ! Apollo - like , I wound , The arrows fly , the firing and bow refound . What methods canft thou study to reclaim Whom nor his own nor publick griefs can tame ? Who in all feafons keep my chirping firain , A ...
... Ev'n thee , my Friend ! Apollo - like , I wound , The arrows fly , the firing and bow refound . What methods canft thou study to reclaim Whom nor his own nor publick griefs can tame ? Who in all feafons keep my chirping firain , A ...
Stran 31
... ev'n dead on humours operate , Such force my afhes have beyond my fate . I thro ' the liver , fpleen , and reins , the foe Purfue , whilst they with speed before me flow : Ten thousand maladies down with ' em they , Like monfters fell ...
... ev'n dead on humours operate , Such force my afhes have beyond my fate . I thro ' the liver , fpleen , and reins , the foe Purfue , whilst they with speed before me flow : Ten thousand maladies down with ' em they , Like monfters fell ...
Stran 43
... ev'n to enumerate ; Such duft - born , skipping points of life , I say , Whofe only virtue is to run away . My triumphs to fuch numbers do amount , That I the greater ones can hardly count : To fuch a bulk the vast account does fwell ...
... ev'n to enumerate ; Such duft - born , skipping points of life , I say , Whofe only virtue is to run away . My triumphs to fuch numbers do amount , That I the greater ones can hardly count : To fuch a bulk the vast account does fwell ...
Stran 45
... Ev'n goddeffes in my fufpicion fhare . 580 Perish me , let the fun this water dry , And may I fcorch'd in this burnt puddle die , If I of Juno were not jealous grown , And thought I show'd her hatred in my own ; ( Perhaps , faid I , my ...
... Ev'n goddeffes in my fufpicion fhare . 580 Perish me , let the fun this water dry , And may I fcorch'd in this burnt puddle die , If I of Juno were not jealous grown , And thought I show'd her hatred in my own ; ( Perhaps , faid I , my ...
Stran 60
... ev'n to thy own garden phyfick art . Tho ' on me Greece bestow'd a gracefulname , 955 Which well the figure of my leaves became , Th ' apothecaries have a new one found , ( Dull knaves ! that hate the very Greek word's found ) And from ...
... ev'n to thy own garden phyfick art . Tho ' on me Greece bestow'd a gracefulname , 955 Which well the figure of my leaves became , Th ' apothecaries have a new one found , ( Dull knaves ! that hate the very Greek word's found ) And from ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY againſt almoſt bear beſt blefs'd blood breaſt cauſe Chro crown David death diſeaſe Dittany doft dreadful earth ev'n ev'ry eyes facred faid fame fate fear feaſt fecret fhall fhining fide fight filk firft firſt flain flames fleep Flow'r fome foon foul fruit ftill ftrength fuch fure goddeſs gods hafte Heav'n Herbs herſelf himſelf houſe itſelf Jove juft juſt King laft laſt lefs mighty Moab moſt muft Mugwort muſt ne'er noble numbers nymph o'er paſt Plants pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride proud rage reft reſt rife Rofe Roſe Saul Saul's ſay ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſmall ſome ſpeak ſpoke ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtood ſtraight ſtrong ſuch ſupply ſweet thee thefe themſelves theſe things thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro Tree trembling uſe vaft virtue Whilft whofe whoſe wife womb wood wound
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Stran 236 - as only heard of near Verona's name, And knows it, like the Indies, but by fame: Does with a like concernment notice take Of the Red-sea, and of Benacus
Stran 224 - To-morrow you will live, you always cry. In what far country does this 'morrow' lie, That 'tis so mighty long ere it arrive? Beyond the Indies does this 'morrow '-live? 'Tis so far-fetched, this 'morrow,' that I fear, Twill be both very old and very dear. "To-morrow I will live," the fool does say : To-day itself 's too late,— the wise lived yesterday.
Stran 139 - Wash'd from the morning beauties' deepest red ; An harmless flatt'ring meteor shone for hair, And fell adown his shoulders with loose care ; He cuts out a silk mantle from the skies, Where the most sprightly azure...
Stran 144 - That time itself perceived not what was done : Oft o'er the lawns and meadows would he pass, His weight unknown, and harmless to the grass ; Oft o'er the sands and hollow dust would trace, Yet no one atom trouble or displace. Unhappy youth ! whose end so near I see ! There's nought but thy ill fate so swift as thee. Hither Jessides...
Stran 127 - Nabathtean troops in battel stand, With all the lusty youth of Syrian land ; Undaunted Joab rushes on with speed, Gallantly mounted on his fiery steed ; He hews down all, and deals his deaths around ; The Syrians leave, or possess dead the ground. On th...
Stran 225 - Instead of art and luxury in food, Let mirth and freedom make thy table good. If any cares into thy day-time creep, At night, without wine's opium, let them sleep. Let rest, which nature does to darkness wed, And not lust, recommend to thee thy bed. Be satisfied and pleased with what thou art, Act cheerfully and well the...
Stran 89 - Awake, young man, hear what thy king has sworn ; He swore thy blood should paint this rising morn : Yet to him go securely, when he sends ; Tis Saul that is your foe, and God your friends : The man who has his God, no aid can lack ; And he who bids thee go, will bring thee back.
Stran 257 - In the world's fabric those were shown, And the materials were all his own. But well he knew what place would best agree With innocence, and with felicity : And we elsewhere still seek for them in vain, If any part of either yet remain ; If any part of either we expect, This may our judgment in the search direct: God the first garden made, and the first city, Cain.
Stran 264 - tis, that you should carry me away : And trust me not, my friends, if, every day, I walk not here with more delight, Than ever, after the most happy fight, In triumph to the capitol I rode, To thank the gods, and to be thought, myself, almost a god.
Stran 223 - In the true wifdom of the facred gown) That I make hafte to live, and cannot hold Patiently out, till I grow rich and old. Life for delays, and doubts no time does give; • None ever yet made hafte enough to live. Let him defer it, whofe prepofterous care Omits himfelf, and reaches to his heir. Who does his father's bounded ftores defpife, And whom his own too never can fuffice.