The virgin muse. Being a collection of poems from our most celebrated English poets. [Ed.] by J. Greenwood1722 |
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... beft but an inconftant Good , Vain are the boafted Titles of our Blood ; We fooneft lofe what we moft highly prize , And with our Youth our fhort - liv'd Beauty dies . In vain our Fields and Flocks increase our Store , If our abundance ...
... beft but an inconftant Good , Vain are the boafted Titles of our Blood ; We fooneft lofe what we moft highly prize , And with our Youth our fhort - liv'd Beauty dies . In vain our Fields and Flocks increase our Store , If our abundance ...
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... beft God , and ne'er retain , Our hated Liberty again ; So may thy Paffion laft for me , As I a Paffion have for thee , Greater and fiercer much than çan , Be conceiv'd by thee a Man . Into my Marrow it is gone , Fix'd and fettled in ...
... beft God , and ne'er retain , Our hated Liberty again ; So may thy Paffion laft for me , As I a Paffion have for thee , Greater and fiercer much than çan , Be conceiv'd by thee a Man . Into my Marrow it is gone , Fix'd and fettled in ...
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... all Humane Race , The beft , till Nature was improv'd by Grace Till Men above themselves , Faith raised more Than Reafon above Beasts before ; D 3 Virtue Virtue was thy Life's Center , and from thence Did ( 29 ) Brutus Cowley, p.
... all Humane Race , The beft , till Nature was improv'd by Grace Till Men above themselves , Faith raised more Than Reafon above Beasts before ; D 3 Virtue Virtue was thy Life's Center , and from thence Did ( 29 ) Brutus Cowley, p.
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... beft Caufe , and beft Man that ever drew a Sword ! When we fee , The falfe Octavius , and wild Antony , God - like Brutus , conquer thee , Wha What can we fay , but thine own Tragick Word ( 31 )
... beft Caufe , and beft Man that ever drew a Sword ! When we fee , The falfe Octavius , and wild Antony , God - like Brutus , conquer thee , Wha What can we fay , but thine own Tragick Word ( 31 )
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... free and bolder Stroke express A vary'd Pofture , or a flatt'ring Dress ; He cou'd have made thofe like , who made the reft , But that he knew his own Design was beft . Denham . E XXXI . To XXXI . Eve of herfelf to Adam . O ( ~ 37 )
... free and bolder Stroke express A vary'd Pofture , or a flatt'ring Dress ; He cou'd have made thofe like , who made the reft , But that he knew his own Design was beft . Denham . E XXXI . To XXXI . Eve of herfelf to Adam . O ( ~ 37 )
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Achelous againſt alfo alſo Arms Baucis Baucis and Philemon beft Bleffings Breaft bright call'd Caufe Charms cou'd Cowley Curfe dark Defire doft e're Eafe Earth Ev'n Eyes fafe faid fair falute fame Fate fcarce fear feen felf fhall fhew fhine fhould filent firft firſt flain Flame fmall foft fome fpread ftand ftill ftood ftrong fuch fung fure fweet Gods greateſt Ground Guife happy Heart Heav'n himſelf Honour Hudibras infpire juft King laft lefs Lelex Light Love Lyre mighty moft Mufe muft muſt Night Numbers Nymph Orinda Ovid Paffion Pain Perfon Philemon Phrygia Pindar Pindus Pleafure pleas'd pleaſe Porringers Pow'r Praife praiſe prefent raiſe Reafon reft rife Robin-Hood rofe Seether Senfe ſhe Sight Sir Charles Sedley Song Soul thee thefe Things thofe thoſe thou thro Timotheus Verfe vex'd Virtue Whilft whofe Winds Wings wou'd
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Page 158 - 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 112 - 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 125 - 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 158 - 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 22 - 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 136 - 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 136 - To live a life half dead, a living death, And buried; but, O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave...
Page 116 - Hither, as to their fountain, other stars Repairing, in their golden urns draw light...
Page 143 - 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 10 - 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.