The virgin muse. Being a collection of poems from our most celebrated English poets. [Ed.] by J. Greenwood |
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... and increafing in you , I refer my felf to the ingenious Pen of your Favourite Mufe , in the foltowing Copy ; which I hope will be taken for no Compliment , but a Prophetick Description of each of your Growing Virtues .
... and increafing in you , I refer my felf to the ingenious Pen of your Favourite Mufe , in the foltowing Copy ; which I hope will be taken for no Compliment , but a Prophetick Description of each of your Growing Virtues .
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Hence ' tis a Wit , that greatest Word of Fame , Grows fuch a common Name ; And Wits by our Creation they become , Juft fo , as Titular Bishops made at Rome . ' Tis not a Tale , ' tis not a feft , Admir'd with Laughter at a Feaft ...
Hence ' tis a Wit , that greatest Word of Fame , Grows fuch a common Name ; And Wits by our Creation they become , Juft fo , as Titular Bishops made at Rome . ' Tis not a Tale , ' tis not a feft , Admir'd with Laughter at a Feaft ...
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... run all the Race , To poor Septimius ( who did now Nothing else but Acme grow ) Acme's Bofom was alone , The whole World's Imperial Throne , And to faithful Acme's mind , Septimius was all human kind ; If the Gods would please to be ...
... run all the Race , To poor Septimius ( who did now Nothing else but Acme grow ) Acme's Bofom was alone , The whole World's Imperial Throne , And to faithful Acme's mind , Septimius was all human kind ; If the Gods would please to be ...
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But now my Joys as wild are grown , And hard to be conceal'd ; Sorrow may make a filent Moan , But joy will be reveal'd . I tell it to the Bleating Flocks , T'every Stream and Tree , And bless the nollow Murmuring Rocks For ecchoing ...
But now my Joys as wild are grown , And hard to be conceal'd ; Sorrow may make a filent Moan , But joy will be reveal'd . I tell it to the Bleating Flocks , T'every Stream and Tree , And bless the nollow Murmuring Rocks For ecchoing ...
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The Paffion I have now , fhall ne'er grow lefs ; No , tho ' thy own fair felf thou'd it opprefs , & c . XXXVII . An ODE in Memory of Her Majesty Queen MARY . By a Perfon of Quality . Poema Eft Pictura loquens .
The Paffion I have now , fhall ne'er grow lefs ; No , tho ' thy own fair felf thou'd it opprefs , & c . XXXVII . An ODE in Memory of Her Majesty Queen MARY . By a Perfon of Quality . Poema Eft Pictura loquens .
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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.