The British Martial: Or, An Anthology of English Epigrams: Being the Largest Collection Ever Published. With Some Originals, 1. kötetR. Phillips, 1806 |
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18. oldal
... keep the books , and give me meat- For some folks read , but all must eat . XL . ON *** , POEt and cutler . Vulcan , they say , made mighty arms for Mars , ( Cuckolds are kind ) but he ne'er made a verse : Apollo he made verses , but ...
... keep the books , and give me meat- For some folks read , but all must eat . XL . ON *** , POEt and cutler . Vulcan , they say , made mighty arms for Mars , ( Cuckolds are kind ) but he ne'er made a verse : Apollo he made verses , but ...
41. oldal
... keep our flames alive ! Love's like a torch , which , if secur'd from blasts Will faintlier burn ; but then it longer lasts . Expos'd to storms of jealousy , and doubt , The flame grows greater , but ' tis sooner out . XCII . AMORET ...
... keep our flames alive ! Love's like a torch , which , if secur'd from blasts Will faintlier burn ; but then it longer lasts . Expos'd to storms of jealousy , and doubt , The flame grows greater , but ' tis sooner out . XCII . AMORET ...
43. oldal
... keeps her own . Ah what a dreadful girl are you , Who if you e'er design To make me happy , must undo 999 ! XCV . THE PRUDENT MAID . Help me , nature ; help me art ; Why should I deny my heart : If a lover will pursue , Like the wisest ...
... keeps her own . Ah what a dreadful girl are you , Who if you e'er design To make me happy , must undo 999 ! XCV . THE PRUDENT MAID . Help me , nature ; help me art ; Why should I deny my heart : If a lover will pursue , Like the wisest ...
46. oldal
... Keep nothing but the store , Which he obtains by that shrewd jest Of op'ning heaven's door . CI . ON TWO YOUNG LADIES IRONING THEIR LINEN . Were but your hearts , as are your heaters , warm , Your kindness then would , like your beauty ...
... Keep nothing but the store , Which he obtains by that shrewd jest Of op'ning heaven's door . CI . ON TWO YOUNG LADIES IRONING THEIR LINEN . Were but your hearts , as are your heaters , warm , Your kindness then would , like your beauty ...
58. oldal
... bad , the tomb revere , Which does his ashes keep : But , if you're just , and good , you may , Secure , and unmolested , stay , And , if it please you , sleep . CXXX . AVARICE SUPERIOR TO LOVE . Gemellus seeks old 58.
... bad , the tomb revere , Which does his ashes keep : But , if you're just , and good , you may , Secure , and unmolested , stay , And , if it please you , sleep . CXXX . AVARICE SUPERIOR TO LOVE . Gemellus seeks old 58.
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3. oldal - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the Sun goes round.
120. oldal - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
16. oldal - Yes, she has one, I must aver; When all the world conspires to praise her, The woman's deaf, and does not hear.
56. oldal - And yet the tender fool's in tears, When she believes I'll leave her : Would I were free from this restraint, Or else had hopes to win her : Would she could make of me a saint, Or I of her a sinner !" What a conquering air there is about these ! What an irresistible Mr.
220. oldal - As those we love decay, we die in part, String after string is sever'd from the heart ; Till loosen'd life at last — but breathing clay, Without one pang, is glad to fall away. Unhappy he who latest feels the blow, Whose eyes have wept o'er every friend laid low, Dragg'd lingering on from partial death to death, Till dying, all he can resign is breath.
230. oldal - See ! see, she wakes — Sabina wakes ! And now the sun begins to rise ? Less glorious is the morn, that breaks From his bright beams, than her fair eyes. With light united, day they give ; But different fates ere night fulfil : How many by his warmth will live ! How many will her coldness kill !
15. oldal - In vain, poor sable son of woe, Thou seek'st the tender tear ; From thee in vain with pangs they flow, For mercy dwells not here. From cannibals thou fled'st in vain ; Lawyers less quarter give ; The first won't eat you till you're slain, The last will do't alive.
38. oldal - FALSE though She be to me and Love; I'll ne'er pursue revenge! For still the Charmer I approve; Though I deplore her change! In hours of bliss, we oft have met; They could not always last! And though the present I regret; I'm grateful for the past!
42. oldal - I'll tell the signs by which you may The wandering shepherdess discover. " Coquet and coy at once her air, Both studied, though both seem neglected; Careless she is with artful care, Affecting to seem unaffected. " With skill her eyes dart every glance, Yet change so soon you'd ne'er suspect them ; For she'd persuade they wound by chance.
229. oldal - While Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive, No generous patron would a dinner give ; See him, when starved to death and turn'd to dust, Presented with a monumental bust. The poet's fate is here in emblem shown, He ask'd for bread, and he received a stone.