The First Part of Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets: Together with Several Original Poems, Teil 2
Jacob Tonson at Shakespear's Head over-against Katharine-Street in the Strand., 1716
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Apollo appear Arms bear Beauty begin beſt Body Breaſt bring Cauſe Charms Court Crown Death Delight e'er Earth ev'ry Eyes Face fair fall Fame Fate fear Field fight Fire firſt Fool force Friend ftill give Gods Grace Grief grow Guard Hand happy Head Heart himſelf Honour hope Joys keep kind King laſt leave leſs Light live look Lord Love mighty Mind Muſe muſt Name Nature ne'er never Night o'er once Pain Plain Plays pleaſe Pleaſure Poets poor Praiſe Prince Rage round ſaid ſay Seas ſee Senſe ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome Song Soul ſtill ſuch tell thee theſe thine things thoſe thou thought true turn twas whoſe Wind wiſe World wou'd Wound write young Youth
Seite 145 - 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!
Seite 145 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And 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.
Seite 186 - In busy companies of men. Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Seite 187 - 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...
Seite 17 - And, if man could have reason, none has more, That made his paunch so rich, and him so poor. With wealth he was not trusted, for...
Seite 179 - Alas! said he, these hurts are slight To those that die by love's despite. With shepherd's purse, and clown's all-heal, The blood I stanch, and wound I seal. Only for him no cure is found, Whom Juliana's eyes do wound. Tis death alone that this must do: For Death thou art a mower too.
Seite 86 - Holinshed or Stow. But I will briefer with them be, Since few of them were long with me. An higher and a nobler strain My present Emperess does claim, Heleonora, first o...
Seite 187 - While man there walked without a mate: After a place so pure, and sweet, What other help could yet be meet! But 'twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there: Two paradises 'twere in one To live in paradise alone.
Seite 320 - Difdaining that, which yet they know will take, Hating themfelves what their applaufe muft make. But when to praife from you they would afpire, Though they like eagles mount, your Jove is higher. So far your knowledge all their power tranfcends, As what fhould be beyond what Is extends, V.