The virgin muse. Being a collection of poems from our most celebrated English poets. [Ed.] by J. Greenwood1722 |
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... So unconcern'd herself , and we fo much ; What Art is this , that with fo little Pains , Transports us thus , and o'er our Spirits reigns ! B 2 The The trembling Strings about her Fingers crowd , And tell ( 3 ) Waller, P.
... So unconcern'd herself , and we fo much ; What Art is this , that with fo little Pains , Transports us thus , and o'er our Spirits reigns ! B 2 The The trembling Strings about her Fingers crowd , And tell ( 3 ) Waller, P.
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... Pain , And fortify'd her Virtue with Disdain . The Grief the caus'd , gave gentle Michal Grief , She wifh'd her Beauties lefs for their Relief , Ev'n to her Captives , civil , yet the excefs Of naked Virtue guarded her no lefs ...
... Pain , And fortify'd her Virtue with Disdain . The Grief the caus'd , gave gentle Michal Grief , She wifh'd her Beauties lefs for their Relief , Ev'n to her Captives , civil , yet the excefs Of naked Virtue guarded her no lefs ...
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... d , And yet I pardon you , the cry'd ; But you fhall promise 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 . I. Awake ( 11 )
... d , And yet I pardon you , the cry'd ; But you fhall promise 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 . I. Awake ( 11 )
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... Pain to Love it is , And ' tis a Pain that Pain to miss . But of all Pain , the greatest Pain It is to love , but love in vain .. Virtue now nor noble Blood , Nor Wit by Love is understood . Cowley , Gold Gold alone does Paffion move ...
... Pain to Love it is , And ' tis a Pain that Pain to miss . But of all Pain , the greatest Pain It is to love , but love in vain .. Virtue now nor noble Blood , Nor Wit by Love is understood . Cowley , Gold Gold alone does Paffion move ...
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... Pains ; Cheap vulgar Arts , whofe Narrowness affords No Flight for Thoughts , but poorly sticks at Words : A new and nobler way thou dost purfue To make Tranflations and Tranflators too . They but preferve the Afhes , thou the Flame ...
... Pains ; Cheap vulgar Arts , whofe Narrowness affords No Flight for Thoughts , but poorly sticks at Words : A new and nobler way thou dost purfue To make Tranflations and Tranflators too . They but preferve the Afhes , thou the Flame ...
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Achelous againſt alfo Amoret Arms Baucis Baucis and Philemon Beauty beft Breaft bright Camelon Caufe cou'd Courfe Cowley Curfe dark Death Defire doft e'er e're Eafe Earth Ev'n Eyes facred fafe faid fair falute fame Fate fcarce fear feek feen felf fhall fhine fhould filent fince fing firft firſt flain Flame foft fome fpread ftand ftill ftood fuch fung fure fweet gentle Gods greateſt Ground Head Heart Heav'n himſelf Honour infpire Jove juft King laft lefs Lelex Light look Love Lyre mighty moft Mufe muft muſt Numbers Nymph Orinda Ovid Paffion Pain Perfon Philemon Pindar Pittheus pity pleas'd pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r Praife Praiſe prefent racking Torture Rage raiſe reft Reign rife rofe Seether Senfe Sight Sir Charles Sedley Song Soul thee thefe thine Things thofe thou thro vaft Verfe vex'd Virtue Whilft whofe Winds worfe wou'd
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Page 156 - 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.
Page 110 - 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.
Page 124 - 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!
Page 156 - 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.
Page 20 - 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.
Page 134 - 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?
Page 134 - To live a life half dead, a living death, And buried; but, O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave...
Page 114 - Hither, as to their fountain, other stars Repairing, in their golden urns draw light...
Page 141 - 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.
Page 9 - 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.