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Side 17
... sacred motions steer , just like the first and highest sphere , which wheels about , and turns all heav'n one way . With as much zeal , devotion , piety , he always liv'd , as other saints do die . Still with his soul severe account he ...
... sacred motions steer , just like the first and highest sphere , which wheels about , and turns all heav'n one way . With as much zeal , devotion , piety , he always liv'd , as other saints do die . Still with his soul severe account he ...
Side 32
... sacred days , to gives to friends , and to the gods repays :: with how much joy does he beneath some shade , by aged trees ' rev'rend embraces made , his careless head on the fresh green recline , his head , uncharg'd with fear or with ...
... sacred days , to gives to friends , and to the gods repays :: with how much joy does he beneath some shade , by aged trees ' rev'rend embraces made , his careless head on the fresh green recline , his head , uncharg'd with fear or with ...
Side 38
... sacred are , and must be kept with rev'rence , as if thou no other use of precious gold didst know , but that of curious pictures , to delight , with the fair stamp , thy virtuoso sight . The only true and genuine use is this , to buy ...
... sacred are , and must be kept with rev'rence , as if thou no other use of precious gold didst know , but that of curious pictures , to delight , with the fair stamp , thy virtuoso sight . The only true and genuine use is this , to buy ...
Side 41
... and all the watchful Muses , mourn . For ever sacred be this room ; may no rude hand disturb thy tomb , or sacrilegious rage and lust affront thy venerable dust . Sweet Cowley's dust let none profane , here may it EPITAPH . 41.
... and all the watchful Muses , mourn . For ever sacred be this room ; may no rude hand disturb thy tomb , or sacrilegious rage and lust affront thy venerable dust . Sweet Cowley's dust let none profane , here may it EPITAPH . 41.
Side 4
... sacred pile by mr . Barber , a printer , and alderman of London . M. S. Samuelis Butleri qui Strenshamiæ in agro Vigorniensi Natus 1612 obiit Londini 1680 . Vir doctus imprimis , acer , integer ; operibus ingenii , non item præmiis ...
... sacred pile by mr . Barber , a printer , and alderman of London . M. S. Samuelis Butleri qui Strenshamiæ in agro Vigorniensi Natus 1612 obiit Londini 1680 . Vir doctus imprimis , acer , integer ; operibus ingenii , non item præmiis ...
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Addison Anacreon beauty behold blessings blind driver blood bold brave breast bright Cæsar Cato Cato's chaos-like charms courser crown'd death dost dreadful Dryden e'er envy ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate father fear flame floods fools fortune give gods grace Granville grief groves happy hast hear heart heaven honour hope Hudibras immortal Juba king live lord Lord Halifax lov'd Lucia lyre maid Marc Marcia Marcus mighty mind mortal Muse nature ne'er never numbers Numidian nymph o'er once pain passion peace Pharsalia plain pleasure poets poison'd Portius pow'r praise pride prince rage rise Roman Roman senate Rome sacred scenes Sempronius shades shew shine skies smile soft song soul sound stream sung sweet swells Syph Syphax tears thee thine thou thoughts Timotheus trembling verse virgin train virtue weep winds youth
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Side 23 - On the bare earth exposed he lies With not a friend to close his eyes. — With downcast looks the joyless victor sate Revolving in his alter'd soul The various turns of Chance below; And now and then a sigh he stole And tears began to flow.
Side 22 - The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung : Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young : The jolly god in triumph comes ! Sound the trumpets, beat the...
Side 82 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Side 12 - Go lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide Thou must have uncommended died.
Side 23 - And value books, as women men, for dress: Their praise is still, — the style is excellent; The sense, they humbly take upon content. Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found...
Side 6 - Cooper's Hill, My eye, descending from the Hill, surveys Where Thames among the wanton valleys strays ; Thames ! the most loved of all the Ocean's sons, By his old sire, to his embraces runs, Hasting to pay his tribute to the sea, Like mortal life to meet eternity. Though with those streams he no resemblance hold, Whose foam is amber and their gravel gold, His genuine and less guilty wealth t...
Side 15 - Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss ; A fool might once himself alone expose ; Now one in verse makes many more in prose. Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Side 24 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Side 21 - A little learning is a dangerous thing ; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
Side 19 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.