Selected Poems of Matthew PriorKegan Paul, Trench & Company, 1889 - 235 頁 |
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第 46 頁
... noted her desire , That I should sing , that I should play . My lyre I tune , my voice I raise ; But with my numbers mix my sighs : And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise , I fix my soul on Cloe's eyes . Fair Cloe blush'd : Euphelia frown ...
... noted her desire , That I should sing , that I should play . My lyre I tune , my voice I raise ; But with my numbers mix my sighs : And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise , I fix my soul on Cloe's eyes . Fair Cloe blush'd : Euphelia frown ...
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第 lxiii 頁 - Be to her virtues very kind ; Be to her faults a little blind ; Let all her ways be unconfin'd ; And clap your padlock — on her mind.
第 34 頁 - For, while she makes her silk-worms beds With all the tender things I swear ; Whilst all the house my passion reads, In papers round her baby's hair ; She may receive and own my flame, For, though the strictest prudes should know it, She'll pass for a most virtuous dame, And I for an unhappy poet.
第 xxxii 頁 - I mix, And in one day atone for the business of six, In a little Dutch chaise on a Saturday night, On my left hand my Horace, a nymph on my right...
第 xliii 頁 - He strove to make int'rest and freedom agree, In public employments industrious and grave, And alone with his friends, Lord how merry was he. Now in equipage stately, now humbly on foot, Both fortunes he tried, but to neither would trust, And whirl'd in the round, as the wheel turn'd about, He found riches had wings, and knew man was but dust. This verse little polish'd, tho...
第 121 頁 - Nor to business a drudge, nor to faction a slave, He strove to make interest and freedom agree; In public employments industrious and grave, And alone with his friends, lord! how merry was he! Now in equipage stately, now humbly on foot, Both fortunes he tried, but to neither would trust; And whirled in the round, as the wheel turned about, He found riches had wings, and knew man was but dust...
第 166 頁 - tis remarkable, that They Talk most, who have the least to say. Your dainty Speakers have the Curse, To plead bad Causes down to worse : As Dames, who Native Beauty want, Still uglier look, the more They paint.
第 47 頁 - Whate'er thy countrymen have done, By law and wit, by sword and gun, In thee is faithfully recited ; And all the living world that view Thy work, give thee the praises due, At once instructed and delighted. ' " Yet for the fame of all these deeds, What beggar in the Invalides, With lameness broke, with blindness smitten, Wished ever decently to die, To have been either Mezeray, Or any monarch he has written?
第 37 頁 - In vain you tell your parting lover, You wish fair winds may waft him over. Alas! what winds can happy prove, That bear me far from what I love? Alas ! what dangers on the main Can equal those that I sustain, From slighted vows, and cold disdain?
第 46 頁 - THE merchant, to secure his treasure, Conveys it in a borrowed name: Euphelia serves to grace my measure, But Chloe is my real flame. My softest verse, my darling lyre Upon Euphelia's toilet lay, When Chloe noted her desire That I should sing, that I should play. My lyre I tune, my voice I raise; But with my numbers mix my sighs; And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise, I fix my soul on Chloe's eyes.
第 185 頁 - Observe the various operations, Of food and drink in several nations. Was ever Tartar fierce or cruel, Upon the strength of water-gruel ? But who shall stand his rage and force, If first he rides, then eats his horse ' Salads and eggs, and lighter fare, Turn the Italian spark's guitar ; And if I take Dan Congreve right, Pudding and beef make Britons fight.