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... furvey our lofty woods ; Where tow'ring oaks their spreading honours rear , And future navies on thy banks appear . * The river Loddon , Not Not Neptune's felf from all his floods receives A wealthier 16 Mifcellaneous POEMS.
... furvey our lofty woods ; Where tow'ring oaks their spreading honours rear , And future navies on thy banks appear . * The river Loddon , Not Not Neptune's felf from all his floods receives A wealthier 16 Mifcellaneous POEMS.
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... honours you deserve to wear , And add new luftre to her filver ftar . Mr. Cowley died at Chertsey on the borders of the foreft , and was from thence convey'd to Westminster . Here Here noble * Surrey felt the facred rage , Surrey and ...
... honours you deserve to wear , And add new luftre to her filver ftar . Mr. Cowley died at Chertsey on the borders of the foreft , and was from thence convey'd to Westminster . Here Here noble * Surrey felt the facred rage , Surrey and ...
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... honours with increase of ages grow , As ftreams roll down , enlarging as they flow ! Nations unborn your mighty names fhall found ,. And worlds applaud that muft not yet be found !. Oh may fome spark of your celeftial fire , The laft ...
... honours with increase of ages grow , As ftreams roll down , enlarging as they flow ! Nations unborn your mighty names fhall found ,. And worlds applaud that muft not yet be found !. Oh may fome spark of your celeftial fire , The laft ...
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... Which lives as long as fools are pleas'd to laugh . Some valuing thofe of their own fide , or mind , -- Still make themselves the measure of mankind : C4 Fondly Fondly we think we honour merit then , When we and TRANSLATIONS . རུ་
... Which lives as long as fools are pleas'd to laugh . Some valuing thofe of their own fide , or mind , -- Still make themselves the measure of mankind : C4 Fondly Fondly we think we honour merit then , When we and TRANSLATIONS . རུ་
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Alexander Pope. Fondly we think we honour merit then , When we but praise our selves in other men . Parties in wit attend on those of state , And publick faction doubles private hate . Pride , malice , folly , against Dryden rofe , In ...
Alexander Pope. Fondly we think we honour merit then , When we but praise our selves in other men . Parties in wit attend on those of state , And publick faction doubles private hate . Pride , malice , folly , against Dryden rofe , In ...
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arms beauty Belinda bleft bofom breaft bright charms cloſe conqueft e'er Eurydice ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcorn feem feen felf fenfe fhade fhall fhining fhould fide fighs fight filk filver fing firft firſt fkies flain flame fleep flow'rs fmiles foft fome fons fools foon forefts foul fpring ftands ftate ftill ftreams fubjects fuch fung fure fwelling gen'rous glow Gnome grace hair hand head heart heav'n heav'nly himſelf honour juft laft laſt learn'd lefs loft lov'd lyre maid moft moſt mufe muft muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffions Pallas pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe pray'rs pride rage reft rife rofe Rome Semichorus ſhall ſhe ſhine ſkies ſpeak ſpread ſtill Sylphs tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thro trembling Twas Umbriel vafe Vertumnus whofe wife worfe
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Page 62 - The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears.
Page 83 - But chiefly Love — to Love an Altar built, Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three amorous sighs to raise the fire.
Page 162 - Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies...
Page 81 - Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face : Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Page 42 - Great wits sometimes may gloriously offend, And rise to faults true critics dare not mend; From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art, Which, without passing thro' the judgment, gains The heart, and all its end at once attains.
Page 167 - Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires, Love finds an altar for forbidden fires. I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought; I mourn the lover, not lament the fault; I view my crime, but kindle at the view...
Page 166 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Page 52 - Jove Now burns with glory, and then melts with love ; Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow, Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow : Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found...
Page 92 - What boots the regal circle on his head, His giant limbs, in state unwieldy spread; That long behind he trails his pompous robe, And, of all monarchs, only grasps the globe? The baron now his diamonds pours apace; Th...
Page 128 - For others good, or melt at others woe. What can atone (oh ever-injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpity'd, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier : By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd! What tho' no friends in sable weeds appear.