The virgin muse. Being a collection of poems from our most celebrated English poets. [Ed.] by J. Greenwood1722 |
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... fair Lady playing with a Snake . Waller , p . 100 . LXVIII . A Similie . Prior , p . 101 . LXIX . The Quack Doctor ; Dr.Garth's Dispensary , p . 102 . LXX . On a Lady's accidentally killing a Lap Dog , p . 103 . LXXI . Against Scandal ...
... fair Lady playing with a Snake . Waller , p . 100 . LXVIII . A Similie . Prior , p . 101 . LXIX . The Quack Doctor ; Dr.Garth's Dispensary , p . 102 . LXX . On a Lady's accidentally killing a Lap Dog , p . 103 . LXXI . Against Scandal ...
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... Fair Sacharia lov'd , but lov'd in vain : Like Phoebus fung the no lefs am'rous Boy ; Like Daphne the , as lovely and as coy : With Numbers he the flying Nymph pursues , With Numbers fuch as Phoebus felf might ufe . Such is the Chace ...
... Fair Sacharia lov'd , but lov'd in vain : Like Phoebus fung the no lefs am'rous Boy ; Like Daphne the , as lovely and as coy : With Numbers he the flying Nymph pursues , With Numbers fuch as Phoebus felf might ufe . Such is the Chace ...
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... fair Tyrant celebrates the Prize , And acts herself the Triumph of her Eyes . So Nero once , with Harp in Hand , furvey'd His flaming Rome , and as it burnt , he play'd . Walter . V. A Defeription of King Saul's two Daughters . SAal's ...
... fair Tyrant celebrates the Prize , And acts herself the Triumph of her Eyes . So Nero once , with Harp in Hand , furvey'd His flaming Rome , and as it burnt , he play'd . Walter . V. A Defeription of King Saul's two Daughters . SAal's ...
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... fair Greek , The am'rous Shepherd had not dar'd to feek , Or hope for Pity , but with filent Moan , And better Fate , had perished alone . Waller , IX . To a Lady finging a Song of his Compofing . CHloris , your felf you fo excel , When ...
... fair Greek , The am'rous Shepherd had not dar'd to feek , Or hope for Pity , but with filent Moan , And better Fate , had perished alone . Waller , IX . To a Lady finging a Song of his Compofing . CHloris , your felf you fo excel , When ...
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... fair Plain has found , Lowing fecure , he fwells with angry Pride , And calls forth all his Spots on ev'ry Side . Then ftops , and hurls his haughty Eyes at all , In choice of fome strong Neck on which to fall , Almoft he fcorns , fo ...
... fair Plain has found , Lowing fecure , he fwells with angry Pride , And calls forth all his Spots on ev'ry Side . Then ftops , and hurls his haughty Eyes at all , In choice of fome strong Neck on which to fall , Almoft he fcorns , fo ...
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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.