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... Court Songs and Poems , by R. V. Gent . 8vo . 1672 , p . 78. In this collection the second liné runs thus : - ' In vain I have lov'd you , and find no relief . ' The sixth , A fate which in pity , ' & c . The twelfth , ' My fate from ...
... Court Songs and Poems , by R. V. Gent . 8vo . 1672 , p . 78. In this collection the second liné runs thus : - ' In vain I have lov'd you , and find no relief . ' The sixth , A fate which in pity , ' & c . The twelfth , ' My fate from ...
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... court us no more , For we will perform what the deity swore : But if you dare think of deserving our charms , 15 Away with your sheephooks , and take to your arms : Then laurels and myrtles your brows shall adorn , When Pan , and his ...
... court us no more , For we will perform what the deity swore : But if you dare think of deserving our charms , 15 Away with your sheephooks , and take to your arms : Then laurels and myrtles your brows shall adorn , When Pan , and his ...
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... court , or coffee house , or town ; From his most mighty sons , whose confidence Is plac'd in lofty sound , and humble sense , 5 Even to his little infants of the time , Who 46 PROLOGUES AND EPILOGUES . Epilogue to the Indian Emperor.
... court , or coffee house , or town ; From his most mighty sons , whose confidence Is plac'd in lofty sound , and humble sense , 5 Even to his little infants of the time , Who 46 PROLOGUES AND EPILOGUES . Epilogue to the Indian Emperor.
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... Court the rich knave that gripes their mortgag'd lands , The first fat buck of all the season's sent , And keeper takes no fee in compliment : The dotage of some Englishmen is such , To fawn on those who ruin them - the Dutch . ______ ...
... Court the rich knave that gripes their mortgag'd lands , The first fat buck of all the season's sent , And keeper takes no fee in compliment : The dotage of some Englishmen is such , To fawn on those who ruin them - the Dutch . ______ ...
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... courts you go , And , undebauch'd , the vice of cities know . Your theories are here to practice brought , As in mechanic operations wrought ; 15 And man , the little world , before you set , As once the sphere of chrystal show'd the ...
... courts you go , And , undebauch'd , the vice of cities know . Your theories are here to practice brought , As in mechanic operations wrought ; 15 And man , the little world , before you set , As once the sphere of chrystal show'd the ...
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Page 16 - On the bare earth exposed he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes. With downcast looks the joyless victor sate, Revolving in his altered soul The various turns of Chance below ; And, now and then, a sigh he stole, And tears began to flow.
Page 18 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain: Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes...
Page 17 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty bubble...
Page 20 - Paraclete ! Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; Come, and thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us, while we sing.
Page 18 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Page 19 - Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Page 14 - And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove, Who left his blissful seats above — Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god ; Sublime on radiant spires he rode, When he to fair Olympia...
Page 176 - Happy the man - and happy he alone He who can call today his own, He who, secure within, can say 'Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have...
Page 13 - In flower of youth and beauty's pride. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair...
Page 19 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother- wit, and arts unknown before.