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... mourn at my disdain , Find all thy arts , and all thy charms in vain : ། Shalt mourn , whilft I , with nobler flames , 224 YALDEN .
... mourn at my disdain , Find all thy arts , and all thy charms in vain : ། Shalt mourn , whilft I , with nobler flames , 224 YALDEN .
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Shalt mourn , whilft I , with nobler flames , pursue Some nymph as fair , tho ' not unjust , as you ; Whose wit , and beauty , fhall like thine excel , But far furpass in truth , and loving well . But wretched thou , who - e'er my rival ...
Shalt mourn , whilft I , with nobler flames , pursue Some nymph as fair , tho ' not unjust , as you ; Whose wit , and beauty , fhall like thine excel , But far furpass in truth , and loving well . But wretched thou , who - e'er my rival ...
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... mourns . TO SIGNORA CUZZONI . BY THE SAME . May 25 , 1724 . LITTLE Siren of the stage , Charmer of an idle age , Empty warbler , breathing lyre , Wanton gale of fond defire , Bane of every manly art , 5 Sweet enfeebler of 242 A. PHILIPS ...
... mourns . TO SIGNORA CUZZONI . BY THE SAME . May 25 , 1724 . LITTLE Siren of the stage , Charmer of an idle age , Empty warbler , breathing lyre , Wanton gale of fond defire , Bane of every manly art , 5 Sweet enfeebler of 242 A. PHILIPS ...
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... mourn . Oh ! must I then ( now fresh my bofom bleeds , And Craggs in death to Addison fucceeds ) The verfe , begun to one loft friend , prolong , And weep a second in th ' unfinish'd fong ! 100 These works divine , which on his death ...
... mourn . Oh ! must I then ( now fresh my bofom bleeds , And Craggs in death to Addison fucceeds ) The verfe , begun to one loft friend , prolong , And weep a second in th ' unfinish'd fong ! 100 These works divine , which on his death ...
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... mourns , the skies relent in fhow'rs , Hufh'd are the birds , and clos'd the drooping flow'rs ; If Delia fmile , the flow'rs begin to spring , The skies to brighten , and the birds to fing . DAPHNIS . 71 All nature laughs , the groves ...
... mourns , the skies relent in fhow'rs , Hufh'd are the birds , and clos'd the drooping flow'rs ; If Delia fmile , the flow'rs begin to spring , The skies to brighten , and the birds to fing . DAPHNIS . 71 All nature laughs , the groves ...
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againſt beauteous beauty bleft Born breaſt bright cauſe charms cloſe dame defire deſpair diſtant dyed e'er eaſe Emma Emma's Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafely faid fair falutes fame fate fear fecret feem fhade fhall fide fighs fight filence filk fing firſt flain flame fleep flow foft fome fong foon forrow foul freſh ftill ftream fuch fudden fung fwain groves heart heav'n himſelf HOBBINOL inſpire kings laft LANQUET laſt lefs loft lov'd Lycidas maid mind moſt Mufe Muft Muſe muſt night Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er paffion pain paſs paſt pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe preſent purſue reft reſt rifing riſe roſes ſay ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſhould ſhow ſkill ſky ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſweet tears thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thro Twas uſe verſe Whilft whofe whoſe winds wiſh woods youth
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Page 41 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Page 45 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Page 33 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 118 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Page 35 - Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
Page 48 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Page 51 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed. And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 40 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...
Page 33 - And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free...
Page 253 - Thus artists melt the sullen ore of lead, With heaping coals of fire upon its head ; In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And, loose from dross, the silver runs below.