The virgin muse. Being a collection of poems from our most celebrated English poets. [Ed.] by J. Greenwood |
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[ F , deareft Friend , it my good Fate might be , T'enjoy at once a quiet Life and Thee ; If we for Happiness could Leifure find , And wandring Time into a Method bind , We fhould not fure the Great Mens Favour need , Nor on long Hopes ...
[ F , deareft Friend , it my good Fate might be , T'enjoy at once a quiet Life and Thee ; If we for Happiness could Leifure find , And wandring Time into a Method bind , We fhould not fure the Great Mens Favour need , Nor on long Hopes ...
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I took you for my felf , fure when I thought That you in any thing were to be taught . Correct my Error with thy Pen ; And if any ask me then , What thing right Wit , and height of Genius is , I'll ...
I took you for my felf , fure when I thought That you in any thing were to be taught . Correct my Error with thy Pen ; And if any ask me then , What thing right Wit , and height of Genius is , I'll ...
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Thy Virtue fure Is useless here , fince thou art only found To Cure , but not to Wound , And the to Wound , but not to Cure . Too weak too wilt thou prove , My Paffion to remove , Phyfick to other Ills , thou art Nourishment to Love .
Thy Virtue fure Is useless here , fince thou art only found To Cure , but not to Wound , And the to Wound , but not to Cure . Too weak too wilt thou prove , My Paffion to remove , Phyfick to other Ills , thou art Nourishment to Love .
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Thefe fure , faid I , will me obey ; Thefe fure Heroick Notes will play . Straight I began with thund'ring Jove , And all th'immortal Powers but Love . Love fmil'd , and from my ' enfeebled Lyre Came gentle Ayres , fuch as infpire ...
Thefe fure , faid I , will me obey ; Thefe fure Heroick Notes will play . Straight I began with thund'ring Jove , And all th'immortal Powers but Love . Love fmil'd , and from my ' enfeebled Lyre Came gentle Ayres , fuch as infpire ...
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More certain was the crowing of this Cock To number Hours , than is an Abbey Clock ; And fooner than the Mattin Bell was rung , He clap'd his Wings upon his Rooft , and fung : For when Degrees fifteen afcended right , By fure Instinct ...
More certain was the crowing of this Cock To number Hours , than is an Abbey Clock ; And fooner than the Mattin Bell was rung , He clap'd his Wings upon his Rooft , and fung : For when Degrees fifteen afcended right , By fure Instinct ...
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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.