The virgin muse. Being a collection of poems from our most celebrated English poets. [Ed.] by J. Greenwood1722 |
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... Just so , as Titular Bishops made at Rome . ' Tis not a Tale , ' tis not a fest , Admir'd with Laughter at a Feaft , Nor florid Talk which can the Title gain ; The Proofs of Wit for ever must remain . 4 . ' Tis not to force some ...
... Just so , as Titular Bishops made at Rome . ' Tis not a Tale , ' tis not a fest , Admir'd with Laughter at a Feaft , Nor florid Talk which can the Title gain ; The Proofs of Wit for ever must remain . 4 . ' Tis not to force some ...
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... just like him , and fear his Word , As much as Malefactors do your Sword . Praise him old Monuments of Time , O praise him in your youthful Prime . Praise him fair Idols of our greedy Senfe , Exalt his Name , sweet Age of Innocence ...
... just like him , and fear his Word , As much as Malefactors do your Sword . Praise him old Monuments of Time , O praise him in your youthful Prime . Praise him fair Idols of our greedy Senfe , Exalt his Name , sweet Age of Innocence ...
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... just to my Strings . : Cowley . XVIII . GOLD .. A Mighty 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 ...
... just to my Strings . : Cowley . XVIII . GOLD .. A Mighty 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 ...
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... the Ground , A fimple fober Life , in Patience led , And had but just enough to buy her Bread : Put Huswifing the little Heaven had lent , She duly ( 23 ) The Deluge, or Noah's Flood Milten, p The poor old Widow Dryden from Chaucer, p.
... the Ground , A fimple fober Life , in Patience led , And had but just enough to buy her Bread : Put Huswifing the little Heaven had lent , She duly ( 23 ) The Deluge, or Noah's Flood Milten, p The poor old Widow Dryden from Chaucer, p.
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... just opposite , A Shape within the watry Gleam appear'd Bending to look on me , I started back , It started back , but pleas'd I foon return'd , Pleas'd it return'd as foon with answering Looks Of Sympathy and Love ; there I had fixt ...
... just opposite , A Shape within the watry Gleam appear'd Bending to look on me , I started back , It started back , but pleas'd I foon return'd , Pleas'd it return'd as foon with answering Looks Of Sympathy and Love ; there I had fixt ...
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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.