A Miscellaneous Collection of Poems, Songs and Epigrams, Bind 1–2T Mosse A. Rhames, 1721 |
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... mournful Lines I fend , My promis'd Husband , and my dearest Friend ; Since Heav'n appoints this favour'd Race to reign , And Blood has drench'd the Scottish Fields in vain ; Muft I be wretched , and thy Flight partake ? Or wilt not ...
... mournful Lines I fend , My promis'd Husband , and my dearest Friend ; Since Heav'n appoints this favour'd Race to reign , And Blood has drench'd the Scottish Fields in vain ; Muft I be wretched , and thy Flight partake ? Or wilt not ...
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... mournful Plays deny brisk Epilogues , Each gentle Swain and tender Nymph , fay they , From a fad Tale fhould go in Tears . away , From hence , quite home , fhould Streams of Sorrows fhed , And drown'd in Grief feal fupperlefs to Bed ...
... mournful Plays deny brisk Epilogues , Each gentle Swain and tender Nymph , fay they , From a fad Tale fhould go in Tears . away , From hence , quite home , fhould Streams of Sorrows fhed , And drown'd in Grief feal fupperlefs to Bed ...
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... mournful Choir ; Now , and now first , we freely dare commend His modeft Worth , nor fhall our Praife offend . Early he bloom'd amid the Learned Train , And ravish'd fis liften'd to his Strain ; See , fee , the cry'd , old MARO's Mufe ...
... mournful Choir ; Now , and now first , we freely dare commend His modeft Worth , nor fhall our Praife offend . Early he bloom'd amid the Learned Train , And ravish'd fis liften'd to his Strain ; See , fee , the cry'd , old MARO's Mufe ...
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... mournful Things " In mournful Silence , " That living could not bear to fee " An Equal , now lies torn and dead , He " Here his pale Trunk , and there his Head ; " Great " Great Pompey ! while I meditate 66 .遇 204 MISCELLANY POEMS .
... mournful Things " In mournful Silence , " That living could not bear to fee " An Equal , now lies torn and dead , He " Here his pale Trunk , and there his Head ; " Great " Great Pompey ! while I meditate 66 .遇 204 MISCELLANY POEMS .
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Arms Beauty Bleffings bleft boaft boaſt Breaſt bright Caufe Cauſe Charms Conqueft cry'd curfe e'er Eaſe Ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fafely faid Fair falfe Fame Fate fear fecret feen felf fhall fhew fhine fhould filent filly fing firſt Foes foft fome foon form'd freſh Friends ftand ftill fuch fure fweet Grace happy Heart Heav'n heav'nly himſelf Hirco honeft Honour Jove juft Kifs KING laft laſt lefs loft Lord lov'd Love Lyre Magick Maid Marble live MATTHEW PRIOR moſt mournful Mufe Mufick muft Muſe muſt ne'er Numbers Nymph o'er Ovid Paffion Pain pleas'd pleaſe Pleaſure Poet Pow'r Praiſe Pride raiſe Reft rife ſee Senfe ſhall ſhe SONG Soul ſpread ſtill Swain thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou Thoughts thouſand thro trembling twas Verfe Vex'd Whigs Whilft Whofe Wife Winds Wiſh WOMAN Youth
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Side 23 - Oh ! where shall I my true love find ? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, Does my sweet William sail among the crew ?" William, who high upon the yard, Rock'd with the billows to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard, He sigh'd, and cast his eyes below.
Side 196 - Who God doth late and early pray, More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend ; This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Side 33 - That wave and glitter in the distant sun. When, if a sudden gust of wind arise, The brittle forest into atoms flies: The crackling wood beneath the tempest bends, And in a spangled...
Side 196 - Nor ruin make oppressors great; Who God doth late and early pray More of His grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend.
Side 4 - But now she is gone, and has left me behind, What a marvellous change on a sudden I find ! When things were as fine as could possibly be, I thought 'twas the Spring; but alas ! it was she.
Side 6 - Come hither, poor fellow,' and patted his head. . But now, when he's fawning, I with a sour look, Cry. 'Sirrah!' and give him a blow with my crook: And I'll give him another; for why should not Tray Be as dull as his master, when Phebe's away ? When walking with Phebe, what sights have I seen!
Side 84 - Crcefus a flave (Tho' a king) to his coffers of gold ; He delighted in plentiful bowls ; But drinking much talk would decline, Becaufe 'twas the cuftom of fools To prattle much over their wine. Old Socrates ne'er was content, Till a bottle had heighten'd his joys, Who in's cups to the oracle went...
Side 35 - Strephon, choose a mate. From too exalted, or too mean a state ; For in both these we may expect to find A creeping spirit, or a haughty mind. Who moves within the middle region, shares The least disquiets, and the smallest cares.
Side 32 - The vast Leviathan wants room to play, And spout his waters in the face of day. The starving wolves along the main sea prowl, And to the moon in icy valleys howl.
Side 32 - Or winds begun through hazy skies to blow, At evening a keen eastern breeze arose, And the descending rain unsullied froze.