The virgin muse. Being a collection of poems from our most celebrated English poets. [Ed.] by J. Greenwood1722 |
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... kind has certainly been wanted , fince you will harelly find any Collection of Poems , that you can prudently put into the Hands of the Youth of either Sex : For you will meet with fomething that is either Shocking to Good Manners ...
... kind has certainly been wanted , fince you will harelly find any Collection of Poems , that you can prudently put into the Hands of the Youth of either Sex : For you will meet with fomething that is either Shocking to Good Manners ...
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... kind of thing is Wit , 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 ...
... kind of thing is Wit , 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 ...
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... kind Concern exprefs'd , And ask'd the Reafon of his Woe ? She ask'd , but with an Air and Mein , That made it easily forefeen , She fear'd too much to know . The Shepherd rais'd his mournful Head ; And will you pardon me , he faid ...
... kind Concern exprefs'd , And ask'd the Reafon of his Woe ? She ask'd , but with an Air and Mein , That made it easily forefeen , She fear'd too much to know . The Shepherd rais'd his mournful Head ; And will you pardon me , he faid ...
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... kind of numerous Trembling make .. Now all thy Forces try , Now all thy Charms apply , Revenge upon her Ear the Conquests of her Eye . 3 . Weak Lyre ! Thy Virtue fure Is useless here , fince thou art only found To Cure , but not to ...
... kind of numerous Trembling make .. Now all thy Forces try , Now all thy Charms apply , Revenge upon her Ear the Conquests of her Eye . 3 . Weak Lyre ! Thy Virtue fure Is useless here , fince thou art only found To Cure , but not to ...
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... kind Heav'n had been fo much my Friend , To make my Fate upon my Choice depend : All my Ambition I would here confine , And only this Elyftum fhould be mine . Fond Men , by Paflion wilfully betray'd , Adore thofe Idols which their Fancy ...
... kind Heav'n had been fo much my Friend , To make my Fate upon my Choice depend : All my Ambition I would here confine , And only this Elyftum fhould be mine . Fond Men , by Paflion wilfully betray'd , Adore thofe Idols which their Fancy ...
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Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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!
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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?
Strona 136 - To live a life half dead, a living death, And buried; but, O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave...
Strona 116 - Hither, as to their fountain, other stars Repairing, in their golden urns draw light...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.