The Muse's Mirror: Being a Collection of Poems ...J. Debrett, 1783 |
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12. oldal
... wife , am a pillar of falt . Statira this praise on her hero beftow'd , That he curl'd like a vine , and he touch'd like a god ; But in touchings or curlings of Walter are fhewn , The cramp - fish and cucumber blended in one . Old ...
... wife , am a pillar of falt . Statira this praise on her hero beftow'd , That he curl'd like a vine , and he touch'd like a god ; But in touchings or curlings of Walter are fhewn , The cramp - fish and cucumber blended in one . Old ...
13. oldal
Whoe'er to the world , as his wife , fhall go forth , Will , at beft , undertake but a voyage to the North ; For his eyes feem the ftars ( or elfe failors impose ) Which have lighted whole veffels so oft to be froze . favour and grace ...
Whoe'er to the world , as his wife , fhall go forth , Will , at beft , undertake but a voyage to the North ; For his eyes feem the ftars ( or elfe failors impose ) Which have lighted whole veffels so oft to be froze . favour and grace ...
40. oldal
... give the helm to your wives ; For the evener we go , boys , the better we fail , And on fhipboard the head is ftill rul'd by the tail , And on fhipboard , & c . Then Then liften to Capftern , my lads , and be 40 THE MUSE'S MIRROUR .
... give the helm to your wives ; For the evener we go , boys , the better we fail , And on fhipboard the head is ftill rul'd by the tail , And on fhipboard , & c . Then Then liften to Capftern , my lads , and be 40 THE MUSE'S MIRROUR .
41. oldal
Then liften to Capftern , my lads , and be wife ; If my precepts you scorn , and my maxims despise , A brace of proud antlers your brows may adorn , And a hundred to one but you double Cape Horn . And a hundred , & c . An EPIGRAM , On ...
Then liften to Capftern , my lads , and be wife ; If my precepts you scorn , and my maxims despise , A brace of proud antlers your brows may adorn , And a hundred to one but you double Cape Horn . And a hundred , & c . An EPIGRAM , On ...
42. oldal
... Cent ? And fhalt thou Taylor paint in vain , Unless impell'd by hopes of gain ? Be wife , my friend , and take thy fee , That Claud Loraine may yield to thee . An An ACCOMPLISH'D WOMAN , то By Capt . R ----- 42 THE MUSE'S MIRROUR.
... Cent ? And fhalt thou Taylor paint in vain , Unless impell'd by hopes of gain ? Be wife , my friend , and take thy fee , That Claud Loraine may yield to thee . An An ACCOMPLISH'D WOMAN , то By Capt . R ----- 42 THE MUSE'S MIRROUR.
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beauty blefs bleft blifs bluſh boaſt bofom breaſt cauſe charms dear death defire Delia's dreft e'er eaſe EDMUND WALLER Epiftle EPIGRAM erft ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate feem feem'd fenfe fhall fhine fhould figh fince fing firft firſt fleep fmile foft fome fong foon forrow foul friendſhip ftill ftrain fuch fung fure fwear fweet goddeſs grace Guife heart Heav'n Hellidon honours juft Lady laft Laïs laſt loft lov'd lover lyre maid Mifs mind moſt Mount Ida mufe muft muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffion pain PERCIVAL STOCKDALE Platonic love pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride Pythias raiſe reft rife rofe ſcene ſhall ſhe ſmile ſpeak ſpread ſtate ſtill ſweet tear thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thro Twas verfe virgin band virtue Whilft whofe Whoſe wife wiſh youth
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35. oldal - To form that harmony of soul and face, Where beauty shines the mirror of the mind. Such was the Maid, that in the morn of youth, In virgin innocence, in Nature's pride, Blest with each art that owes its charm to truth, Sunk in her Father's fond embrace, and died. He weeps...
217. oldal - And thought my way was all through fairy ground, Beneath thy azure sky, and golden sun, Where first my Muse to lisp her notes begun! While pensive Memory traces back the round, Which fills the varied interval between ; Much pleasure, more of sorrow, marks the scene.
96. oldal - Day; I hear the voice of trumpet and hautboy. No, now I see them near — oh, these are they Who come in crowds to welcome thee from Troy. Hail to the bard whom long as lost we mourn'd, From siege, from battle, and from storm return'd.
97. oldal - Yea peers, and mighty dukes, with ribbands blue (True blue, fair emblem of unstained breast). Others I see, as noble, and more true, By no...
101. oldal - 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 ? 165 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.
38. oldal - Gibbon shall teach me how to dress 'em In terms select and terse ; Jones teach me modesty and Greek ; Smith, how to think ; Burke, how to speak ; And Beauclerk to converse.
97. oldal - What lady's that to whom he gently bends? Who knows not her? Ah, those are Wortley's eyes. How art thou honour'd, number 'd with her friends; For she distinguishes the good and wise.
38. oldal - Dear knight of Plympton, teach me how To suffer, with unruffled brow, And smile serene, like thine ; The jest uncouth or truth severe, To such apply my deafest ear, And calmly drink my wine.
194. oldal - Hail, sylvan wonders, hail ! and hail the hand, Whose native taste thy native charms display'd, And taught one little acre to command Each envied happiness of scene, and shade. Is there a hill, whose distant azure bounds The ample range of Scarsdale's proud domain, A mountain hoar, that yon...
243. oldal - His lamp illumine, set his flames on fire. Yet still one bliss, one glory, I forbear, A darling friend whom near your heart you wear; That lovely youth, my lord, whom you must blame That I grow thus familiar with your name.