The Works of the English Poets: GayH. Hughs, 1779 - English poetry |
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... grow , Climb round the poles , and rife in graceful row : Now I behold the fteed curvet and bound , And paw with restless hoof the smoking ground : The dewlap'd bull now chafes along the plain , While burning love ferments in every vein ...
... grow , Climb round the poles , and rife in graceful row : Now I behold the fteed curvet and bound , And paw with restless hoof the smoking ground : The dewlap'd bull now chafes along the plain , While burning love ferments in every vein ...
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... growing Cynthia lends , And on the main a glittering path extends ; Millions of worlds hang in the fpacious air , Which round their funs their annual circles fteer ; Sweet contemplation elevates my fenfe , While I furvey the works of ...
... growing Cynthia lends , And on the main a glittering path extends ; Millions of worlds hang in the fpacious air , Which round their funs their annual circles fteer ; Sweet contemplation elevates my fenfe , While I furvey the works of ...
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... growing infect proper wings t Silks of all colours must their aid impart , And every fur promote the fisher's art . So the gay lady , with expensive care , Borrows the pride of land , of fea , and air ; 180 185 B 4 Furs , Furs , pearls ...
... growing infect proper wings t Silks of all colours must their aid impart , And every fur promote the fisher's art . So the gay lady , with expensive care , Borrows the pride of land , of fea , and air ; 180 185 B 4 Furs , Furs , pearls ...
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... grow , Which o'er the ftream a waving foreft throw ; When if an infect fall ( his certain guide ) , He gently takes him from the whirling tide ; Examines well his form with curious eyes , His gaudy veft , his wings , his horns , and ...
... grow , Which o'er the ftream a waving foreft throw ; When if an infect fall ( his certain guide ) , He gently takes him from the whirling tide ; Examines well his form with curious eyes , His gaudy veft , his wings , his horns , and ...
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... growing theme too long , And tire the reader with the watery fong . Let the keen hunter from the chace refrain , Nor render all the plowman's labour vain , When Ceres pours out plenty from her horn , And cloathes the fields with golden ...
... growing theme too long , And tire the reader with the watery fong . Let the keen hunter from the chace refrain , Nor render all the plowman's labour vain , When Ceres pours out plenty from her horn , And cloathes the fields with golden ...
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Page 254 - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds ; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Page 75 - Two Hazel-Nuts I threw into the Flame, And to each Nut I gave a Sweet-heart's Name. This with the loudest Bounce me sore amaz'd, That in a Flame of brightest Colour blaz'd. As blaz'd the Nut so may thy Passion grow, For 'twas thy Nut that did so brightly glow.
Page 253 - So the sweet lark, high poised in air, Shuts close his pinions to his breast, If chance his mate's shrill call he hear, And drops at once into her nest. The...
Page 142 - Heaven thy eyes and hands, When the long scroll the surgeon's fees demands ! Or else (ye gods, avert that worst disgrace !) Thy ruin'd nose falls level with thy face ! Then shall thy wife thy loathsome kiss disdain, And wholesome neighbours from thy mug refrain. Yet there are watchmen, who with friendly light...
Page 74 - With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground, And turn me thrice around, around, around.
Page 127 - Eyes, and hasts to beggar more. Where the brass Knocker, wrapt in Flannel Band, Forbids the Thunder of the Footman's Hand; Th...
Page 264 - Like the eyes of my sweet Molly Mog. ' For guineas in other men's breeches Your gamesters' will palm and will cog ; But I envy them none of their riches, So I may win sweet Molly Mog.
Page 188 - Ev'n in mid ocean often didst thou quail, And oft lift up thy holy eye and hand, Praying the Virgin dear, and saintly choir, Back to the port to bring thy bark entire.
Page 194 - All this, my friends, I owe to Homer's strain, On whose strong pinions I exalt my lay. What from contending cities did he gain; And what rewards his grateful country pay? None, none were paid — why then all this for me? These honours, Homer, had been just to thee.
Page 84 - The daisy, butter-flower, and endive blue. After the good man warn'd us from his text, That none could tell whose turn would be the next, He said that Heaven would take her soul, no doubt, And spoke the hour-glass in her praise— quite out...