The virgin muse. Being a collection of poems from our most celebrated English poets. [Ed.] by J. Greenwood1722 |
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... Thou who Mafter art of it . For the firit Matter loves Variety lefs ; Lefs Women love't , either in Love or Drefs . A thousand different Shapes it bears , Comely in thoufand Shapes appears . Yonder we faw it plain ; and here ' tis now ...
... Thou who Mafter art of it . For the firit Matter loves Variety lefs ; Lefs Women love't , either in Love or Drefs . A thousand different Shapes it bears , Comely in thoufand Shapes appears . Yonder we faw it plain ; and here ' tis now ...
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... thou prove , My Paffion to remove , Phyfick to other lils , thou art Nourishment to Love . 4 . Sleep , Sleep again , my Lyre , For thou can'ft never tell my humble Tale , In Sounds that will prevail , Nor gentle Thoughts in her infpire ...
... thou prove , My Paffion to remove , Phyfick to other lils , thou art Nourishment to Love . 4 . Sleep , Sleep again , my Lyre , For thou can'ft never tell my humble Tale , In Sounds that will prevail , Nor gentle Thoughts in her infpire ...
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... thou wilt , O Sea ! And Jordan's Current cease ; Jordan , there is no need of thee , For at God's Word , when e're he pleafe , The Rocks fhall weep new Waters forth instead of th C XIV . The Grove . By the Earl of Roscommon ( 13 ) Pfalm ...
... thou wilt , O Sea ! And Jordan's Current cease ; Jordan , there is no need of thee , For at God's Word , when e're he pleafe , The Rocks fhall weep new Waters forth instead of th C XIV . The Grove . By the Earl of Roscommon ( 13 ) Pfalm ...
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... Thou hadst been hid in an Abyss of Night . Ye Moon and Planets , who difpenfe , By God's Command , your Influence ; - Refign to him , as your Creator's due , That Veneration which Men pay to you . Faireft , as well as firft of Things ...
... Thou hadst been hid in an Abyss of Night . Ye Moon and Planets , who difpenfe , By God's Command , your Influence ; - Refign to him , as your Creator's due , That Veneration which Men pay to you . Faireft , as well as firft of Things ...
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... thou haft feen In his firft Shape on Man ; but many Shapes Of Death , and many are the Ways that leadi To his grim Cave , all difmal ; yet to Senfe More terrible at th ' entrance than within . Some , as thou faw'ft , by violent Stroke ...
... thou haft feen In his firft Shape on Man ; but many Shapes Of Death , and many are the Ways that leadi To his grim Cave , all difmal ; yet to Senfe More terrible at th ' entrance than within . Some , as thou faw'ft , by violent Stroke ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 136 - To live a life half dead, a living death, And buried; but, O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave...
Página 116 - Hither, as to their fountain, other stars Repairing, in their golden urns draw light...
Página 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.
Página 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.