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Apollo appear Arms bear Beauty beſt Blood Breaſt bring Cauſe Charms Court Crown Death Delight e'er Earth ev'ry Eyes Face fair fall Fame Fate fear Field fight Fire firſt Flame force Friend give Gods Grace grow Guard Hand happy Head Heart Heav'n himſelf Honour hope Joys keep kind King laſt leave leſs Light live look Love mighty Mind moſt Muſe muſt Name Nature ne'er never Night o'er once Pain Peace Plain Play pleaſe Pleaſure Poets poor Pow'r Praiſe Prince Rage round ſaid ſay Seas ſee Senſe ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome Song Soul ſtill ſuch tell thee theſe things thoſe thou thought true turn twas vain Virtue whoſe Winds World wou'd Wound write young Youth
第 145 頁 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
第 56 頁 - As for the dog, the furies, and their snakes, The gloomy caverns, and the burning lakes, And all the vain infernal trumpery, They neither are, nor were, nor e'er can be.
第 187 頁 - twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there : Two paradises 'twere in one, To live in paradise alone. How well the skilful gardener drew Of flowers and herbs this dial new; Where, from above, the milder sun Does through a fragrant zodiac run, And, as it works, the industrious bee Computes its time as well as we ! How could such sweet and wholesome hours Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers...
第 368 頁 - A sigh or tear, perhaps, she'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid.
第 18 頁 - Hast shamefully defied the Lord's anointed. I will not rake the dunghill of thy crimes, For who would read thy life that reads thy rhymes ? But of King David's foes be this the doom, May all be like the young man Absalom ; And for my foes, may this their blessing be, To talk like Doeg, and to write like thee...
第 89 頁 - He loved not the muses so well as his sport, And prized black eyes, or a lucky hit At bowls above all the trophies of wit; But Apollo was angry, and publicly said, 'Twere fit that a fine were set upon 's head.
第 290 頁 - Three summer's days to take: With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well, in time of need, To aim their shafts aright. The hounds ran swiftly through the woods The nimble deer to take: And with their cries the hills and dales An echo shrill did make.
第 18 頁 - A double noose thou on thy neck dost pull, For writing treason, and for writing dull: To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
第 68 頁 - APnore, the babe is (hipwreck'd on the world: Naked he lies, and ready to expire ; Helplefs of all that human wants require ; Expos'd upon unhofpitable earth, From the firft moment of his haplefs birth. Straight with foreboding cries he fills the room ; Too true prefages of his future doom. But flocks and herds, and every ravage beaft, By more indulgent nature are increas'd.