Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Volume 1Jacob Tonson, 1716 - Classical poetry |
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... Pyrrha is no more , MYRTILLO . Pyrrha ! for whom our daily vows we paid , And beft - lov'd Younglings on the Altar laid ;. For whofe long Well - fare , Life , and happy State , All grateful Pray'rs on the good Gods did wait ; Whofe ...
... Pyrrha is no more , MYRTILLO . Pyrrha ! for whom our daily vows we paid , And beft - lov'd Younglings on the Altar laid ;. For whofe long Well - fare , Life , and happy State , All grateful Pray'rs on the good Gods did wait ; Whofe ...
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... Pyrrha dy'd ! Gone then's all Spring , now Winter's only ours ; Sighs rife like Storms , and Tears must fall like MIRTILLO . [ Showers If full of Years and Honours Pyrrha fell , Grief may with Swains of humbler Talents dwell , While to ...
... Pyrrha dy'd ! Gone then's all Spring , now Winter's only ours ; Sighs rife like Storms , and Tears must fall like MIRTILLO . [ Showers If full of Years and Honours Pyrrha fell , Grief may with Swains of humbler Talents dwell , While to ...
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... Pyrrha's Fame be done : Then let each wind bear it where - e'er it blows , Catch it , ye Hills and Valleys , as it goes , With your affenting Ecchoes in the close . Murmur it , Floods , as to your Seas ye creep , And with it add new ...
... Pyrrha's Fame be done : Then let each wind bear it where - e'er it blows , Catch it , ye Hills and Valleys , as it goes , With your affenting Ecchoes in the close . Murmur it , Floods , as to your Seas ye creep , And with it add new ...
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... Pyrrha , his charming Bride , Oft came , and watch'd as he did , by his fide ; Of his worst dangers ftill her part would bear , And for all Joys she gave him , ask'd but care . Now , ye poor Flocks , go bleat about , and stray ; Ye ...
... Pyrrha , his charming Bride , Oft came , and watch'd as he did , by his fide ; Of his worst dangers ftill her part would bear , And for all Joys she gave him , ask'd but care . Now , ye poor Flocks , go bleat about , and stray ; Ye ...
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... Pyrrha's Joy . Pyrrha lov'd Daphnis , and with pleasure found The Hero's Virtues in the Touth abound . When Daphnis languifh'd , Pyrrha did provide The charming foft Amynta for his Bride : Amynta ! tender as the Lambs that play In Sunny ...
... Pyrrha's Joy . Pyrrha lov'd Daphnis , and with pleasure found The Hero's Virtues in the Touth abound . When Daphnis languifh'd , Pyrrha did provide The charming foft Amynta for his Bride : Amynta ! tender as the Lambs that play In Sunny ...
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againſt Amyntas Arms becauſe Befides beft blefs bleft Breaft caft call'd Caufe Cauſe Charms Corydon cou'd Daphnis defire Delphis e'er ECLOGUE Euryalus Eyes facred fafe faid fair Fame Fate fear fecure feem feem'd felf fent fhade fhall fhew fhine fhould fide fince fing firft firſt flain Flame fleep Flock Foes foft fome foon Friend ftand ftill fuch fure hafte Heart Heav'n himſelf Jebusites juft King laft laſt lefs loft lov'd Love Lucretius Lycidas mighty moft MOPSU moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er never Night Numbers Nymph o'er Ovid Paffion Peace pleaſe Pleaſure Poet Pow'r praiſe prefent Prince publick Pyrrha rage raiſe reft rife Satyr Senfe ſhall ſhe Shepherds Soul Swains ſweet Tears tell thee thefe themſelves Theocritus theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought Tranflated twas Verfe Verſe Virgil Whilft whofe Whoſe Winds wou'd Youth
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Page 152 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Page 148 - Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp and feast and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry, — Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Page 145 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 24 - Refuse his age the needful hours of rest ? Punish a body which he could not please ; Bankrupt of life, yet prodigal of ease ? And all to leave what with his toil he won, To that unfeather'd two-legg'd thing, a son ; Got while his soul did huddled notions try, And born a shapeless lump, like anarchy.
Page 159 - Twould stay, and run again, and stay, For it was nimbler much than hinds; And trod as if on the four winds. I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness, And all the springtime of the year It only loved to be there.
Page 166 - So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and, with new spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves.
Page 6 - This is thy province, this thy wondrous way, New humours to invent for each new play: This is that boasted...
Page 2 - Heywood and Shirley were but types of thee, Thou last great prophet of tautology: Even I, a dunce of more renown than they, ^ Was sent before but to prepare thy way: And coarsely clad in Norwich drugget came To teach the nations in thy greater name.
Page 153 - Softly on my eyelids laid; And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some Spirit to mortals good, Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Page 158 - Is dyed in such a purple grain. There is not such another in The world to offer for their sin.