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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226. oldal
... dost lie , My boding Heart pants , beats , and takes no rest , But like an Earthquake shakes thee on my Breaft . For where Love reigns , disturbing Jealousy Doth call himself Affection's Centinel , Gives falfe Alarms , fuggefteth Mutiny ...
... dost lie , My boding Heart pants , beats , and takes no rest , But like an Earthquake shakes thee on my Breaft . For where Love reigns , disturbing Jealousy Doth call himself Affection's Centinel , Gives falfe Alarms , fuggefteth Mutiny ...
256. oldal
... dost raise As far above their Malice as my Praife . And as the Angel of our Commonweal , Troubling the VVaters , yearly mak'st them heal . ΓΙΓΑΝΤΟΜΑΧΙΑ , Or a full and true Relation of the Great and Bloody Fight between three Pagan ...
... dost raise As far above their Malice as my Praife . And as the Angel of our Commonweal , Troubling the VVaters , yearly mak'st them heal . ΓΙΓΑΝΤΟΜΑΧΙΑ , Or a full and true Relation of the Great and Bloody Fight between three Pagan ...
380. oldal
... dost thou spy ? Westward thou feeft , and feeing hat'ft the Walls Of fometimes Rev'rend , now Regenerate Pauls . Thy envious Eyes fuch Glories cannot brook , But as the Devil once o'er Lincoln , look : And Envy's Poifon will thy Bowels ...
... dost thou spy ? Westward thou feeft , and feeing hat'ft the Walls Of fometimes Rev'rend , now Regenerate Pauls . Thy envious Eyes fuch Glories cannot brook , But as the Devil once o'er Lincoln , look : And Envy's Poifon will thy Bowels ...
398. oldal
... thou art sick , And on thee they would try fome quacking trick : As yet their poisonous Drugs thou dost not need , Nor does thy Body want to purge or bleed . Thy fres Thy Head we hope with Loyalty is crown'd , 398 POEMS on.
... thou art sick , And on thee they would try fome quacking trick : As yet their poisonous Drugs thou dost not need , Nor does thy Body want to purge or bleed . Thy fres Thy Head we hope with Loyalty is crown'd , 398 POEMS on.
421. oldal
... dost thou furprize Our Souls with Wonder , and with Joy our Eyes ! Thy num'rous different Beauties to reherfe Requires the strength of more exalted Verfe . Fain would I trace them , but my stock of Art Is unproportion'd to the willing ...
... dost thou furprize Our Souls with Wonder , and with Joy our Eyes ! Thy num'rous different Beauties to reherfe Requires the strength of more exalted Verfe . Fain would I trace them , but my stock of Art Is unproportion'd to the willing ...
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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...