Oxford and Cambridge miscellany poems (Google eBook)

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Page 33 - Mov'd in the orb, pleas'd with the chimes, The foolish creature thinks he climbs: But here or there, turn wood or wire, He never gets two inches higher. So fares it with those merry blades, That frisk it under Pindus' shades. In noble songs, and lofty odes, They tread on stars, and talk with gods; Still dancing in an airy round, Still pleas'd with their own verses' sound ; Brought back, how fast soe'er they go, Always aspiring, always low.
Page 173 - Their sovereign's fear Had sent him back before. The pow'r of harmony too well they knew ; He long ere this had tun'd their jarring sphere And left no hell below. The heav'nly choir, who heard his notes from high, Let down the scale of music from the sky : They handed him along, And all the way he taught, and all the way they sung.
Page 172 - Alas! too soon retir'd, As he too late began. We beg not hell our Orpheus to restore; Had he been there, Their sov'reign's fear Had sent him back before.
Page 304 - Women shall rule the boxes and the pit, Give laws to love and influence to wit. Find me one man of sense in all your roll, Whom some one woman has not made a fool.
Page 173 - As he too late began. We beg not hell our Orpheus to restore: Had he been there, Their sovereign's fear Had sent him back before. The power of harmony too well they knew: He long ere this had tuned their jarring sphere, And left no hell below.
Page 57 - And I, with love. His hunger he may tame; But who can quench, O cruel Love, thy flame?
Page 350 - As feeble damsels, for his sake, Would have been proud to undertake ; And bravely ambitious to redeem The world's loss and their own, Strove who should have the honour to lay down, And change a life with him...
Page 57 - Lucy coy, deep- wrought her spite Within my heart, unmindful of delight, The jolly grooms I fly, and, all alone, To rocks and woods pour forth my fruitless moan.
Page 304 - Whilst we set up their painting patching trade ; As for our courage, to our shame 'tis known, As they can raise it, they can pull it down. At their own weapons they our bullies awe, Faith ! let them make an anti-salic law ; Prescribe to all mankind, as well as plays, And wear the breeches, as they wear the bays.
Page 264 - Paricides that thirst for more. His foes are yours, then of their wiles beware: Lay, lay him in your Hearts, and guard him there; Where let his Wrongs your Zeal for him Improve; He wears a Sword will justifie your Love. With Blood still ready for your good t' expend, And has a Heart that ne're forgot his friend.

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