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ancient beauty Belinda beſt bleft breaſt ceaſe Critics crown'd Cynthus Dæmons DAPHNI defcend diſplay Dunciad eaſe Eclogue Eurydice Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred faid fair fame fate fatire feem fenfe feve fhade fhall fhepherds fhining fhore fhould fide fighs filent filver fince fing firft firſt flow'rs foft fome fong foon forefts fpirits ftill ftrains ftreams fubjects fuch fung fwains fwell fylvan genius glory Gnome grace groves heav'n himſelf IMITATIONS inſpire juft laft laſt lefs loft lyre moft moſt Mufe mufic muft Muſe muſt Nature numbers nymph o'er Ovid paffions Paftoral plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poem Poets pow'r praiſe raiſe reaſon refound rife riſe ſcenes ſeem SEMICHORUS ſenſe ſhades ſhall ſhe ſhine ſkies ſky ſpread ſpring ſtill Sylphs thee thefe themſelves Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou thro trembling Umbriel uſed Vafe VARIATIONS verſe Virg Virgil whofe whoſe
Page 148 - The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang that jurymen may dine; The merchant from th' Exchange returns in peace, And the long labours of the toilet cease.
Page 141 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all. This nymph, to the destruction of mankind, Nourished two locks, which graceful hung behind In equal curls, and well conspired to deck With...
Page 167 - The Lock, obtain'd with Guilt, and kept with Pain, In ev'ry place is sought, but sought in vain: With such a Prize no Mortal must be blest, So Heav'n decrees!
Page 140 - And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. The tortoise here and elephant unite, Transform'd to combs, the speckled and the white.
Page 83 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground ; Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in Summer yield him shade, In Winter fire.
Page 117 - Where a new world leaps out at his command, And ready nature waits upon his hand ; When the ripe colours...
Page 111 - 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 154 - What Time would spare, from Steel receives its date, And monuments, like men, submit to fate ! Steel could the labour of the Gods destroy, And strike to dust th' imperial tow'rs of Troy; Steel could the works of mortal pride confound, And hew triumphal arches to the ground.