Poetical Miscellanies: The Fifth Part, Volume 5

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Jacob Tonson, 1704 - Classical poetry - 596 pages

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Page 540 - At length he rais'd his head, and thus began To vent his griefs, and tell the woods his pain.
Page 204 - Shadrach's zeal my glowing breast inspire, To weary tortures, and rejoice in fire ; Or had I faith like that which Israel saw When Moses gave them miracles and law...
Page 6 - That on its public shows unpeopled Rome, And held uncrowded nations in its womb : Here pillars rough with sculpture pierce the skies : And here the proud triumphal arches rise, Where the old Romans deathless acts display'd.
Page 64 - The horses started with a sudden bound, And flung the reins and chariot to the ground ; The studded harness from their necks they broke ; Here fell a wheel, and here a silver spoke, Here were the beam and axle torn away ; And, scatter'd o'er the earth, the shining fragments lay.
Page 218 - IN vain you tell your parting lover, You wish fair winds may waft him over. Alas! what winds can happy prove, That bear me far from what I love ? Alas! what dangers on the main Can equal those that I sustain, From slighted vows, and cold disdain?
Page 10 - On foreign mountains may the sun refine The grape's soft juice, and mellow it to wine, With citron groves adorn a distant soil, And the fat olive swell with floods of oil ; We envy not the warmer clime that lies In ten degrees of more indulgent skies, Nor at the coarseness of our heaven repine, Though o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine; Tis Liberty that crowns Britannia's isle, And makes her barren rocks and her bleak mountains smile.
Page 211 - For, while she makes her silk-worms beds With all the tender things I swear ; Whilst all the house my passion reads, In papers round her baby's hair ; She may receive and own my flame, For, though...
Page 547 - Of women's yells, those stubborn souls disarm, Whom nor the sword nor trumpet e'er could fright, Nor the loud din and horror of a fight ? And you, our sires, who left your old abodes, And fix'd in foreign earth your country gods ; Will you without a...
Page 514 - The pointed jav'lin warded off his rage : Mad with his pains, and furious to engage, The serpent champs the steel, and bites the spear, Till blood and venom all the point besmear.
Page 206 - So whilst our mind its knowledge would improve, (Its feeble eye intent on things above,) High as we may, we lift our reason up, By faith...

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