The Poetical Calendar, Containing a Collection of Scarce and Valuable Pieces of Poetry: With Variety of Originals and Translations, Volumes 9-10J. Coote, 1763 - English poetry |
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... must we bid fweet Philomel adieu ? She that was wont to charm us in the grove ? Muft Nature's livery wear a fadder hue , And a dark canopy be ftretch'd above ? Yes -for September mounts his ebon - throne , And the fmooth foliage of the ...
... must we bid fweet Philomel adieu ? She that was wont to charm us in the grove ? Muft Nature's livery wear a fadder hue , And a dark canopy be ftretch'd above ? Yes -for September mounts his ebon - throne , And the fmooth foliage of the ...
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... must alter , ah ! yet let me find What all muft confefs to be rare , A female still cheerful , and faithful and kind , The bleffings of autumn to share . Let one fide of our cottage , a flourishing vine Overspread with its branches ...
... must alter , ah ! yet let me find What all muft confefs to be rare , A female still cheerful , and faithful and kind , The bleffings of autumn to share . Let one fide of our cottage , a flourishing vine Overspread with its branches ...
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... must now refign , The mournful prelude of decay . But let fair virtue's fruit remain , Tho ' fummer with my leaves be fled ; Then , not defpis'd , I'll not complain , But cherish autumn in her stead . THE THE FIRE - S ID E : A PARODY ON ...
... must now refign , The mournful prelude of decay . But let fair virtue's fruit remain , Tho ' fummer with my leaves be fled ; Then , not defpis'd , I'll not complain , But cherish autumn in her stead . THE THE FIRE - S ID E : A PARODY ON ...
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... must be content to be drudges of state , That the Sage may securely enjoy his retreat . In weather ferene , when the ocean is calm , It matters not much who prefides at the helm ; But foon as clouds gather , and tempests arise , Then a ...
... must be content to be drudges of state , That the Sage may securely enjoy his retreat . In weather ferene , when the ocean is calm , It matters not much who prefides at the helm ; But foon as clouds gather , and tempests arise , Then a ...
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... must shift our pleasures to enjoy . Sick of the town , I left the bufy place , } Where deep concern broods on the thoughtful face ; Where factious cits , with nods , and roguish leer , Are whispering nothing in attentive ear ; VOL . IX ...
... must shift our pleasures to enjoy . Sick of the town , I left the bufy place , } Where deep concern broods on the thoughtful face ; Where factious cits , with nods , and roguish leer , Are whispering nothing in attentive ear ; VOL . IX ...
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antient Autumn baſe beauties breaſt bright caft ceaſe charms cloſe crown'd divine Dryads eaſe eyes FABLE facred fafe fage faid fair fame fate fatire fecret feen fenfe fhade fhall fhining filent filver fing firſt flame fleep flowers fmile foft fome fong fons foon foul FRANCIS FAWKES friendſhip ftate ftill ftreams fuch fure fwains fweet Goddeſs grace grove heart himſelf honour houſe JOHN PITT juft laft laſt leaves lefs mind Mufe muft Muſe muſt Needle nymphs o'er paffions Pimpern plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure praiſe pride purſue rage raiſe reaſon rife rills round ſcarce ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould ſhow ſkies ſky ſmiles ſpeak ſpreading ſpring ſtate ſteps ſtrain ſweet taſte tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro uſe verſe Vex'd wanton whofe Whoſe WILLIAM WOTY wiſdom wretch
Popular passages
Page 3 - Griping misers, nightly waking, See the end of all your care ; Fled on wings of our own making, We have left our owners bare.
Page 93 - Twas from the bottle King deriv'd his wit, Drank till he could not talk, and then he writ. Let no coiPd ferjeant touch the facred juice, But leave it to the bards for better ufe : Let the grave judges too the glafs forbear, Who never fing and dance but once a year. This truth once known, our poets take the hint...
Page 56 - Her venerable dress of ancient years ; Where all the charms of chance with order meet The rude, the gay, the graceful, and the great. Here aged oaks uprear their branches hoar, And form dark groves, which Druids might adore ; With meeting boughs, and deepening to the view, Here shoots the broad umbrageous avenue : Here various trees compose a chequer'd scene, Glowing In gay diversities of green : There the full stream thro" intermingling glades Shines a broad lake, or falls in deep cascades.
Page 83 - tis ftrange, dear fir, that this fhould be In you amufement, but a fault in me. All this is bare refining on a name, To make a difference where the fault's the fame. My father fold me to your fervice here, For this fine livery, and four pounds a year.
Page 89 - That moving (hade, that pendant at his ear, That two-legg'd dog, ftill pawing on the peer. Studying his looks, and watching at the board, He gapes to catch the droppings of my lord ; And, tickled to the foul at...
Page 110 - Nay, though fhe licks the Ruins, all her Cares Scarce mend the Lumps, and bring them but to Bears. Ye Country Vicars, when you preach in Town A Turn at Paul's, to pay your Journey down, If you would fhun the...
Page 109 - Againft church power at vifitations bawl ? Or talk about damnation at Whitehall ? Harangue the Horfe-guards on a cure of fouls ? Condemn the quirks of Chancery at the Rolls ? Or rail at hoods and organs at St.
Page 4 - Yearly in our course returning, Messengers of shortest stay ; Thus we preach this truth concerning, Heav'n and earth shall pass away. On the tree of life eternal, Man, let all thy hopes be staid ; Which alone, for ever vernal, Bears a leaf that shall not fade.
Page 7 - When the fruit makes the branches bend down with its load , In our orchard furrounded with pales : In a bed of clean ftraw let our apples be ftow'd, For a tart that in winter regales. When the vapours that rife from the earth in the morn Seem to. hang on its...
Page 58 - Suck'd by the lharper, to the peer a prey, He rolls his eyes that witnefs huge difmay ; When lo ! the chance of one unlucky heat, Strips him of game, ftrong beer, and fweet retreat. How aukward now he bears difgrace and dirt, Nor knows the poor's laft refuge, to be pert.— * Clavileno.