The Art of English Poetry Containing: Rules for making verses. A collection of the most natural, agreeable and sublime thoughts (!) ... that are to be found in the best English poets. A dictionary of rhymes. I.. II.. III.S. Buckley, 1710 - 554 strán (strany) |
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Strana 39
... Still are they found in the fair Face of Day , Gar And Heav'n and Men are Judges of their Actions . Row.FairPen . BREASTS . With what rich Globes did her foft Bofom fwell ? Plump Plump as ripe Clufters rofe each glowing Breaft ...
... Still are they found in the fair Face of Day , Gar And Heav'n and Men are Judges of their Actions . Row.FairPen . BREASTS . With what rich Globes did her foft Bofom fwell ? Plump Plump as ripe Clufters rofe each glowing Breaft ...
Strana 40
... still , We look not upon Virtue in her Height , On her fupreme Idea , brave and bright , In th'original Light ; But as her Beams reflected pafs Thro ' our own Nature , or ill Cuftom's Glafs And ' tis no Wonder fo If with dejected Eye ...
... still , We look not upon Virtue in her Height , On her fupreme Idea , brave and bright , In th'original Light ; But as her Beams reflected pafs Thro ' our own Nature , or ill Cuftom's Glafs And ' tis no Wonder fo If with dejected Eye ...
Strana 43
... Still let him bufy be , and in a Croud , And very much a Slave , and very proud . The Day was made To number out the Hours of bufy Men : Let ' em be bufy ftill , and still be wretched , And take their Fill of anxious drudging Day . The ...
... Still let him bufy be , and in a Croud , And very much a Slave , and very proud . The Day was made To number out the Hours of bufy Men : Let ' em be bufy ftill , and still be wretched , And take their Fill of anxious drudging Day . The ...
Strana 44
... still ; The bold Winds fpeechlefs , and the Orb below As hufh as Death . Hud . Dryd . Oivd . Dryd . Don Seb . Shak . Haml . Calm as the Breath which fans our Eaftern Groves . Dryd . Auren . Calm as peaceful Seas that know no Storms ...
... still ; The bold Winds fpeechlefs , and the Orb below As hufh as Death . Hud . Dryd . Oivd . Dryd . Don Seb . Shak . Haml . Calm as the Breath which fans our Eaftern Groves . Dryd . Auren . Calm as peaceful Seas that know no Storms ...
Strana 70
... oppofite in level'd Weft was fet , His Mirrour ; with full Face borrowing her Light From him , for other Light the needed none In that Afpe & t , and still that Diftánce In ( 70 ) Wave rolling after Waye, where way they found; ...
... oppofite in level'd Weft was fet , His Mirrour ; with full Face borrowing her Light From him , for other Light the needed none In that Afpe & t , and still that Diftánce In ( 70 ) Wave rolling after Waye, where way they found; ...
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Strana 179 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Strana 455 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake ; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and howlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble ; 20 Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches...
Strana 337 - That he should weep for her? What would he do Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Strana 269 - Hail wedded Love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring, sole propriety In Paradise of all things common else. By thee adulterous lust was driven from men Among the bestial herds to range; by thee, Founded in reason, loyal, just, and pure, Relations dear, and all the charities Of father, son, and brother first were known.
Strana 389 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Strana 320 - The birds their choir apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal Spring.
Strana 176 - That which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer, My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Strana 319 - Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Strana 386 - I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas!
Strana 299 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...