Poems on Affairs of State from the Time of Oliver Cromwell to the Abdication of K. James the Second [continued to 1707, 4. kötet1707 |
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25. oldal
... Shame , They fhall find to their Coft what will follow ; I'll retire to my Mines , Where the Sun never fhines , And a Ft for the Sons of Apollo . An ODE on the D. of Marlborough , 1706 . WHAT Pow'r of Words can equal thy Re- ( nown ...
... Shame , They fhall find to their Coft what will follow ; I'll retire to my Mines , Where the Sun never fhines , And a Ft for the Sons of Apollo . An ODE on the D. of Marlborough , 1706 . WHAT Pow'r of Words can equal thy Re- ( nown ...
37. oldal
... shame on ) To fuch whofe Idol's Gain , and God is Mammon . And there , to expiate her vile Offence , On the bright Wings of Flame the mounted hence ; Soar'd upward , where departed Spirits rife , And climb'd the vaft Expanfe , and reach ...
... shame on ) To fuch whofe Idol's Gain , and God is Mammon . And there , to expiate her vile Offence , On the bright Wings of Flame the mounted hence ; Soar'd upward , where departed Spirits rife , And climb'd the vaft Expanfe , and reach ...
45. oldal
... Shame to all his Wreaths ! Bavaria fled ! Too happy ! had he been like thee confin'd , And not referv'd for a worfe Fate behind . ' Twas Comfort yet to fee thy Conduct fince , Nor cenfur'd by thy Friends , nor punisht by thy What tho ...
... Shame to all his Wreaths ! Bavaria fled ! Too happy ! had he been like thee confin'd , And not referv'd for a worfe Fate behind . ' Twas Comfort yet to fee thy Conduct fince , Nor cenfur'd by thy Friends , nor punisht by thy What tho ...
53. oldal
... Shame , And value what's deftructive of their Fame . How pleasant is't for cunning Prieft to pray , And feem to th'Crucifix his Pray'rs to fay , ( way ! Whilft wanton Hands and Minds do ftrole another How leud is't in the Bosom Cross to ...
... Shame , And value what's deftructive of their Fame . How pleasant is't for cunning Prieft to pray , And feem to th'Crucifix his Pray'rs to fay , ( way ! Whilft wanton Hands and Minds do ftrole another How leud is't in the Bosom Cross to ...
90. oldal
... Shame ? Besides , in spight of all his loud Defence , He fhew'd a want of Honefty or Senfe , In paffing ev'ry plund'ring Courtier's Grants . He is ( for Satyr dares the Truth declare ) Deift , Republican , Adulterer . Thus his lov'd ...
... Shame ? Besides , in spight of all his loud Defence , He fhew'd a want of Honefty or Senfe , In paffing ev'ry plund'ring Courtier's Grants . He is ( for Satyr dares the Truth declare ) Deift , Republican , Adulterer . Thus his lov'd ...
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againſt Arms bafe Bavaria Beauty Becauſe beſt Blood boaſt Breaſt Caufe Cauſe Charms Church Clodio Colatine Cycnus Death Defire Deſigns doth e'er elfe ev'ry Eyes fafe faid fair falfe Fame Fate fear feem felf fhall fhew fhining fhould fight fince fing firft firſt flain Foes fome foon France Friends ftand ftill fuch fure fweet Grace Grief hath Heart Heav'n himſelf Honour juft Kifs King laft laſt Laws lefs leud loft Lord Love Lucrece Luft Meaſures mighty moſt Mufe muft muſt ne'er never Night Numbers o'er Peace PHILANDER pleaſe Pleaſure poor Pow'r Praiſe prefent Prieſt Prince Publick quoth fhe raiſe Reaſon reft Reign rife Rome Satyr ſeen Senfe ſhall ſhe Soul Spain ſtand ſtill ſtood ſtrong Tarquin thee thefe themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro Throne Tutty Twas Vertue Whigs Whilft whofe Whoſe Wife worfe wou'd
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226. oldal - By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill, Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear, To hearken if his foes pursue him still ; Anon their loud alarums he doth hear -• And now his grief may be compared well To one sore sick that hears the passingbell.
189. oldal - Achilles' image stood his spear Grip'd in an armed hand; himself behind Was left unseen, save to the eye of mind: A hand, a foot, a face, a leg, a head, Stood for the whole to be imagined.
372. oldal - And as the Indies were not found, before Those rich perfumes, which, from the happy shore. The winds upon their balmy wings convey...
230. oldal - With this he breaketh from the sweet embrace Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast, And homeward through the dark laund runs apace; Leaves Love upon her back, deeply distress'd. Look how a bright star shooteth from the sky, So glides he in the night from Venus...
373. oldal - Peace is not freed from labour, but from noise ; And war more force, but not more pains employs...
50. oldal - 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.
371. oldal - So in this hemifphere our utmoft view Is only bounded by our king and you : Our fight is limited where you are join'd, And beyond that no farther heaven can find.
190. oldal - Why should the private pleasure of some one Become the public plague of many moe? Let sin, alone committed, light alone Upon his head that hath transgressed so...