The virgin muse. Being a collection of poems from our most celebrated English poets. [Ed.] by J. Greenwood1722 |
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... live , Eut fecs good Suns , of which we are to give A ftrict Account , fet and march thick away ; Knows a Man how to live , and does he stay ? Cowley : VII . 2 . 3 . Hence ' tis a Wit , that greatest ( 6 )
... live , Eut fecs good Suns , of which we are to give A ftrict Account , fet and march thick away ; Knows a Man how to live , and does he stay ? Cowley : VII . 2 . 3 . Hence ' tis a Wit , that greatest ( 6 )
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... live , their Flames can never die . XV . A Defcription of Goliah's marching out of the Phi liftian Army . AND ND from the midft , a monftrous Man stept out , Aloud they shouted at each Step he took ; We , and the Earth it felf , beneath ...
... live , their Flames can never die . XV . A Defcription of Goliah's marching out of the Phi liftian Army . AND ND from the midft , a monftrous Man stept out , Aloud they shouted at each Step he took ; We , and the Earth it felf , beneath ...
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... live . Thyrfis . Thy Cafe indeed is pitiful , but yet Thou on thy Lofs too great a Prize doft fet ; Women , like Days are , Strephon , fome be far More bright and glorious than others are : Yet none fo wonderful were ever seen , But by ...
... live . Thyrfis . Thy Cafe indeed is pitiful , but yet Thou on thy Lofs too great a Prize doft fet ; Women , like Days are , Strephon , fome be far More bright and glorious than others are : Yet none fo wonderful were ever seen , But by ...
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... live to bury me ,. Nor weeping I , with wither'd Arms may bear My breathlefs Baucis to the Sepulcher .. The Godheads fign their fuit . They run their Race In the fame Tenor all th ' appointed Space : Ther Then , when their Hour was come ...
... live to bury me ,. Nor weeping I , with wither'd Arms may bear My breathlefs Baucis to the Sepulcher .. The Godheads fign their fuit . They run their Race In the fame Tenor all th ' appointed Space : Ther Then , when their Hour was come ...
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... live it o're again in me . Cowley . L .. ( On the late horrid Confpiracy By Mr. Stepney . TH HEYouth whofe Fortune the vaft Globe obey'd Finding his Royal Enemy betray'd , And in his Chariot by vile Hands opprefs'd , With noble Pity ...
... live it o're again in me . Cowley . L .. ( On the late horrid Confpiracy By Mr. Stepney . TH HEYouth whofe Fortune the vaft Globe obey'd Finding his Royal Enemy betray'd , And in his Chariot by vile Hands opprefs'd , With noble Pity ...
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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.