The virgin muse. Being a collection of poems from our most celebrated English poets. [Ed.] by J. Greenwood1722 |
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... comes , Heavens ! may I have The mournful Priviledge of an early Grave ! For I of your dear Company bereft , Have no Reserve , no fecond Comfort left . My Father , who did in Cilicia reign , By fierce Achilles was in Battel flain : His ...
... comes , Heavens ! may I have The mournful Priviledge of an early Grave ! For I of your dear Company bereft , Have no Reserve , no fecond Comfort left . My Father , who did in Cilicia reign , By fierce Achilles was in Battel flain : His ...
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... come Laden with hoftile Spoils in Triumphs Home , May Trojans fay , Hector great Things hath done , But is furpafs'd by his Illuftrious Son . This will rejoyce his tender Mother's Heart , And Senfe of Joy to my pale Ghoft impart . Then ...
... come Laden with hoftile Spoils in Triumphs Home , May Trojans fay , Hector great Things hath done , But is furpafs'd by his Illuftrious Son . This will rejoyce his tender Mother's Heart , And Senfe of Joy to my pale Ghoft impart . Then ...
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... comes ; ' tis Noon , ' tis Night ; This day like all the former Alies : Yet on he runs , to feek Delight To morrow , ' till to Night he dies . 6 . Our Hopes , like tow'ring Falcons , aim At Objects in an airy height : The little ...
... comes ; ' tis Noon , ' tis Night ; This day like all the former Alies : Yet on he runs , to feek Delight To morrow , ' till to Night he dies . 6 . Our Hopes , like tow'ring Falcons , aim At Objects in an airy height : The little ...
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... , 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 : The : Then , when their Hour was come , while they ( 65 )
... , 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 : The : Then , when their Hour was come , while they ( 65 )
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Virgin muse James Greenwood. Then , when their Hour was come , while they relate Thefe paft Adventures at the Temple - Gate , Old Baucis is by old Philemon feen Sprouting with fudden Leaves of fpritely Green : Old Baucis looked where old ...
Virgin muse James Greenwood. Then , when their Hour was come , while they relate Thefe paft Adventures at the Temple - Gate , Old Baucis is by old Philemon feen Sprouting with fudden Leaves of fpritely Green : Old Baucis looked where old ...
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Achelous againſt alfo alſo Arms Baucis Baucis and Philemon beft Bleffings Breaft bright call'd Caufe Charms cou'd Cowley Curfe dark Defire doft e're Eafe Earth Ev'n Eyes fafe faid fair falute fame Fate fcarce fear feen felf fhall fhew fhine fhould filent firft firſt flain Flame fmall foft fome fpread ftand ftill ftood ftrong fuch fung fure fweet Gods greateſt Ground Guife happy Heart Heav'n himſelf Honour Hudibras infpire juft King laft lefs Lelex Light Love Lyre mighty moft Mufe muft muſt Night Numbers Nymph Orinda Ovid Paffion Pain Perfon Philemon Phrygia Pindar Pindus Pleafure pleas'd pleaſe Porringers Pow'r Praife praiſe prefent raiſe Reafon reft rife Robin-Hood rofe Seether Senfe ſhe Sight Sir Charles Sedley Song Soul thee thefe Things thofe thoſe thou thro Timotheus Verfe vex'd Virtue Whilft whofe Winds Wings wou'd
Popular passages
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.