Poetical Miscellanies: Consisting of Original Poems and TranslationsJ. Tonson, 1714 - 318 pagina's |
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Pagina xxxii
... Soul Roul Scoul Controul Bowl ; and the Termi nations OAL , OL , OLE and OWL . OULD . Mould . This Word rhymes to the Participle Paffive of the Verbs in OAL , OL , ŎLE , and OWL . OUN . See OWN . OUNCE . Bounce Flounce Frounce Ounce ...
... Soul Roul Scoul Controul Bowl ; and the Termi nations OAL , OL , OLE and OWL . OULD . Mould . This Word rhymes to the Participle Paffive of the Verbs in OAL , OL , ŎLE , and OWL . OUN . See OWN . OUNCE . Bounce Flounce Frounce Ounce ...
Pagina 2
... Soul has never known Delight , Unless it was to mourn : But oh ! alas ! with weeping Eyes And bleeding Heart I lie , Thinking on her , whofe Abfence ' tis , That makes me wifh to die . Buck . No Joy but you , no Life but yours I own ; I ...
... Soul has never known Delight , Unless it was to mourn : But oh ! alas ! with weeping Eyes And bleeding Heart I lie , Thinking on her , whofe Abfence ' tis , That makes me wifh to die . Buck . No Joy but you , no Life but yours I own ; I ...
Pagina 3
... Soul ; ( Virg . Come , when my lated Sleep at Night return , And crown the filent Hours , and ftop the rofy Morn . Dryd . What fhall I do ? Oh , how alone am I ? I walk , methinks , as half of me were loft . Otw . C. Mar. My Eyes are ...
... Soul ; ( Virg . Come , when my lated Sleep at Night return , And crown the filent Hours , and ftop the rofy Morn . Dryd . What fhall I do ? Oh , how alone am I ? I walk , methinks , as half of me were loft . Otw . C. Mar. My Eyes are ...
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... Soul ; For then no more a Soul , but Shade , It mournfully does move ; And haunts my Breaft , by Abfence made The living Tomb of Love . And fefters by her Abfence . Roch . The Wound was made by her bright Eyes , Dryd . Temp . The Deer ...
... Soul ; For then no more a Soul , but Shade , It mournfully does move ; And haunts my Breaft , by Abfence made The living Tomb of Love . And fefters by her Abfence . Roch . The Wound was made by her bright Eyes , Dryd . Temp . The Deer ...
Pagina 6
... Soul , which , working out its Way , Fretted the Pigmy Body to Decay , And o'erinform'd the Tenement of Clay , A daring Pilot in Extremity ; } Pleas'd with the Danger , when the Waves went high , He fought the Storm ; but , for a Calm ...
... Soul , which , working out its Way , Fretted the Pigmy Body to Decay , And o'erinform'd the Tenement of Clay , A daring Pilot in Extremity ; } Pleas'd with the Danger , when the Waves went high , He fought the Storm ; but , for a Calm ...
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Pagina 237 - O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Pagina 236 - Hell within him; for within him Hell He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell One step, no more than from himself, can fly By change of place...
Pagina 237 - Ah, wherefore! he deserved no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his service hard.
Pagina 149 - tis fair, yet seems to call a coach. The tuck'd-up sempstress walks with hasty strides, While streams run down her oil'd umbrella's sides. Here various kinds, by various fortunes led, Commence acquaintance underneath a shed. Triumphant Tories and desponding Whigs Forget their feuds, and join to save their wigs.
Pagina 235 - O prince, O chief of many throned powers, That led the embattled seraphim to war Under thy conduct, and in dreadful deeds 130 Fearless, endangered heaven's perpetual king; And put to proof his high supremacy, Whether upheld by strength, or chance, or fate...
Pagina 358 - Clusters in the Sun, Others to tread the liquid Harvest join, The groaning Presses foam with Floods of Wine. Here are the Vines in early Flow'r descry'd, Here Grapes discolour'd on the sunny Side, And there in Autumn's richest Purple dy'd.
Pagina 334 - Oft, as in Airy Rings they skim the Heath, The clam'rous Plovers feel the Leaden Death: Oft as the mounting Larks their Notes prepare, They fall, and leave their little Lives in Air.
Pagina 294 - WHAT shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own ? I shall, like beasts or common people, die, Unless you write my elegy ; Whilst others great, by being born, are grown; Their mothers' labour, not their own. In this scale gold, in th' other fame does lie, The weight of that mounts this so high.
Pagina 10 - O'er craggy mountains, and the flowery plain ; Through brakes and thickets forc'd his way, and flew Through many a ring, where once he did pursue. In vain he oft...
Pagina 326 - Let India boast her plants, nor envy we The weeping amber, or the balmy tree, While by our oaks the precious loads are borne, And realms commanded which those trees adorn.