The Grove; Or, A Collection of Original Poems, Translations, &cW. Mears, 1721 - 352 strani |
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... Beauty claims the Prize , and chief Re- ( nown : " But ne'er ' till now beheld I one so fair , " A Face fo beauteous , and fo fweet an Air : Perhaps a Grace is hid beneath this Maid , " In Beauty , and the Bloom of Youth , array'd ...
... Beauty claims the Prize , and chief Re- ( nown : " But ne'er ' till now beheld I one so fair , " A Face fo beauteous , and fo fweet an Air : Perhaps a Grace is hid beneath this Maid , " In Beauty , and the Bloom of Youth , array'd ...
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... beauteous Virgin drew . Her rofie Fingers with dumb Transport preft , And a long Sigh broke from his lab'ring Breaft . She fpeaks not , but like One that would betray Refentment , fnatch'd her rofie Hand away . While He , who faw the ...
... beauteous Virgin drew . Her rofie Fingers with dumb Transport preft , And a long Sigh broke from his lab'ring Breaft . She fpeaks not , but like One that would betray Refentment , fnatch'd her rofie Hand away . While He , who faw the ...
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... beauteous Mold ! < c Oh , let my Pray'rs thy dear Attention move , " And pity the Neceffity of Love . " Venus her Pricftefs to her Laws invites , " Come , and begin the mystick Nuptial Rites : ( c Thy Thy Virgin Care thy Patron's Shrine ...
... beauteous Mold ! < c Oh , let my Pray'rs thy dear Attention move , " And pity the Neceffity of Love . " Venus her Pricftefs to her Laws invites , " Come , and begin the mystick Nuptial Rites : ( c Thy Thy Virgin Care thy Patron's Shrine ...
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... Safety , and Cleannefs , most commend a Road . Who would not ftill on beauteous * Tempe ftand , Tempe furvey , and wifh no other Land ? * A fair Field in THESSALY , Who , Who would not Tempe trace , in Tempe move , PO E MS , & c . 75.
... Safety , and Cleannefs , most commend a Road . Who would not ftill on beauteous * Tempe ftand , Tempe furvey , and wifh no other Land ? * A fair Field in THESSALY , Who , Who would not Tempe trace , in Tempe move , PO E MS , & c . 75.
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... beauteous Hair ( Happy Zephyr , thus to rove , O'er every Seat of Joy and Love ! ) & Then , gentle God , my Pain impart , • Convey this Sigh into her Heart : ** This This Sigh will mourn my Fate , and move Her 102 ORIGINAL The Sigh, by ...
... beauteous Hair ( Happy Zephyr , thus to rove , O'er every Seat of Joy and Love ! ) & Then , gentle God , my Pain impart , • Convey this Sigh into her Heart : ** This This Sigh will mourn my Fate , and move Her 102 ORIGINAL The Sigh, by ...
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The Grove: A Collection of Original Poems, Translations, & C William Walsh,John Donne Celotni ogled - 1721 |
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Abydos againſt Bard beauteous Beauty bleft Bluſhes Breaft bright bright Movement call'd Charms conftant Death Defire Deſpair e'er Eafe Ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fafe faid Fair Fame Fate fecret feen felf fhall fhew fhine fhould filent fince fing Fire firft firſt Flame Flow'rs fmile foft fome foon ftill ftrait fuch fweet Goddeſs Gods Grace Heart Heav'n Hero Hero and Leander himſelf JAMES HEYWOOD KENRICK laft LALOESSA Leander leaſt lefs Light Love Love's Lyre Maid mighty moſt Mufe Mufick muft Muſe muſt ne'er Night Numbers Nuptial o'er Onomacritus Ovid Paffion Pain pleas'd pleaſe Pleaſure Poem Poets Pow'r Praife Praiſe Pray'r Rage raiſe Rhimes rife Right Honourable Rofe Royal Paper Senfe ſhall ſhe Soul ſtill ſtood Thebes thee Thefe theſe thofe thoſe Thou Thoughts thouſand thro Tiphys Tow'r Tranflated trembling Verfe Verſe Whilft whofe Wiſh worfe Youth
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Stran 232 - And knaves and fools we both abhorr'd alike. To the same goal did both our studies drive; The last set out the soonest did arrive. Thus Nisus fell upon the slippery place, While his young friend perform'd and won the race. O early ripe! to thy abundant store What could advancing age have added more?
Stran 239 - Wycherley in wit. Let thy own Gauls condemn thee, if they dare ; Contented to be thinly regular : Born there, but not for them, our fruitful foil With more increafe rewards thy happy toil.
Stran 231 - FAREWELL, too little, and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own: For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine.
Stran 39 - By absence this good means I gain, That I can catch her, Where none can watch her, In some close corner of my brain; There I embrace and kiss her, And so I both enjoy and miss her.
Stran 235 - The heavenly choir, who heard his notes from high, Let down the scale of music from the sky: They handed him along, And all the way he taught, and all the way they sung Ye brethren of the lyre, and tuneful voice, Lament his lot; but at your own rejoice: Now live secure, and linger out your days; The gods are pleased alone with Purcell's lays, Nor know to mend their choice.
Stran 229 - In fpite of age, experience, and decays, Sets up for Charming, in her fading days ; Snuffs her dim eyes to give one parting blow, Have at the heart of every ogling beau ! This goodly goofe, all feather'd like a jay, So gravely vain, and fo demurely gay, Laft night, t...
Stran 232 - But satire needs not those, and wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line. A noble error, and but seldom made, When poets are by too much force betrayed. Thy generous fruits, though gathered ere their prime, Still showed a quickness ; and maturing time But mellows what we write to the dull sweets of rhyme.
Stran 306 - Twas a just judgment on their constancy.' For; Heaven be thank'd, we live in such an age, When no man dies for love, but on the stage: And e'en those martyrs are but rare in plays ; A cursed sign how much true faith decays. Love is no more a violent desire ; Tis a mere metaphor, a painted fire.
Stran 239 - Should over-match the most, and match the best• In under-praising thy deserts, I wrong ; Here find the first deficience of our tongue : Words, once my stock, are wanting, to commend So great a poet, and so good a friend.
Stran 236 - Mufes' foes Would fink their Maker's praifes into profe. Were they content to prune the lavifh vine Of ftraggling branches, and improve the wine, Who, but a madman, would his thoughts defend ? All would fubmit; for all but fools will mend. But when to common fenfe they give the lye, And turn diftorted words to blafphemy, They give the fcandal; and the wife difcern, Their glories teach an age, too apt to learn.