The virgin muse. Being a collection of poems from our most celebrated English poets. [Ed.] by J. Greenwood1722 |
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... Ground to look behind , So whilft through wondrous ways , The Sacred Army went , The Waves afar ftood up to gaze , And their own Rocks did reprefent , Solid as Waters are above the Firmament . Old Jordan's Waters to their Spring , Start ...
... Ground to look behind , So whilft through wondrous ways , The Sacred Army went , The Waves afar ftood up to gaze , And their own Rocks did reprefent , Solid as Waters are above the Firmament . Old Jordan's Waters to their Spring , Start ...
Strana 18
... Ground , With heavenly Nectar yearly crown'd . And ye tall Cedars , celebrate his Praife , That in his Temple facred Altars raife . Idle Musicians of the Spring , Whofe only Care's to love and fing , Fly thro ' the World , and let your ...
... Ground , With heavenly Nectar yearly crown'd . And ye tall Cedars , celebrate his Praife , That in his Temple facred Altars raife . Idle Musicians of the Spring , Whofe only Care's to love and fing , Fly thro ' the World , and let your ...
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... Ground , ' A fimple fober Life , in Patience led , And had but just enough to buy her Bread : But Put Hufwifing the little Heaven had lent , She duly ( 23 ) The Deluge, or Noah's Flood Milten, p The poor old Widow Dryden from Chaucer, P.
... Ground , ' A fimple fober Life , in Patience led , And had but just enough to buy her Bread : But Put Hufwifing the little Heaven had lent , She duly ( 23 ) The Deluge, or Noah's Flood Milten, p The poor old Widow Dryden from Chaucer, P.
Strana 24
... Ground . A Maple - Dreffer in her Hall fhe had , On which full many a flender Meal she made : For no delicious Morfel pafs'd her Throat ; According to her Cloth the cut her Coat : No poinant Sauce fhe knew , no coftly . Treat , Her ...
... Ground . A Maple - Dreffer in her Hall fhe had , On which full many a flender Meal she made : For no delicious Morfel pafs'd her Throat ; According to her Cloth the cut her Coat : No poinant Sauce fhe knew , no coftly . Treat , Her ...
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... Ground ; Blood , Brain , and Soul crowd mingled through the ( Wound ; So a strong Oak , which many Years had ftood With fair and flourishing Boughs , it felf a Wood ; Tho ' it might long the Axes Violence bear , And play'd with Winds ...
... Ground ; Blood , Brain , and Soul crowd mingled through the ( Wound ; So a strong Oak , which many Years had ftood With fair and flourishing Boughs , it felf a Wood ; Tho ' it might long the Axes Violence bear , And play'd with Winds ...
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Časté výrazy a frázy
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
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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!
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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?
Strana 136 - To live a life half dead, a living death, And buried; but, O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave...
Strana 116 - Hither, as to their fountain, other stars Repairing, in their golden urns draw light...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.