The Art of English Poetry Containing: Rules for making verses. A collection of the most natural, agreeable and sublime thoughts (!) ... that are to be found in the best English poets. A dictionary of rhymes. I.. II.. III.S. Buckley, 1710 - 554 Seiten |
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... turn'd Limbs As Artifts would in polish'd Marble give The wanton Goddefs , when fupinely laid , She charms her gallant God to new Enjoyment . Lee Mithr But oh ! what Thought can paint that fair Perfection ; Not Sea - born Venus , in the ...
... turn'd Limbs As Artifts would in polish'd Marble give The wanton Goddefs , when fupinely laid , She charms her gallant God to new Enjoyment . Lee Mithr But oh ! what Thought can paint that fair Perfection ; Not Sea - born Venus , in the ...
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... Turns of State . Obferve the Symptoms when they fall away , And languish withinfenfible Decay : They change their Hue , with haggard Eyes they stare , Lean are their Looks , and fhagged is their Hair ; And Crowds of Dead , that never ...
... Turns of State . Obferve the Symptoms when they fall away , And languish withinfenfible Decay : They change their Hue , with haggard Eyes they stare , Lean are their Looks , and fhagged is their Hair ; And Crowds of Dead , that never ...
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... turns with White and Red : The driving Colours , never at a Stay , Run here and there , and flufh , and fade away . Delightful Change ! thus Indian Iv'ry fhows , Which with the bord'ring Paint of Purple glows ; Or Lillies damask'd by ...
... turns with White and Red : The driving Colours , never at a Stay , Run here and there , and flufh , and fade away . Delightful Change ! thus Indian Iv'ry fhows , Which with the bord'ring Paint of Purple glows ; Or Lillies damask'd by ...
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... turn'd of beachen Wood : The Lids are Ivy : Grapes in Clusters lurk Beneath the Carving of the curious Work : Two Figures on the Sides embofs'd appear , Conon , and what's his Name who made the Sphere , And fhew'd the Seasons of the ...
... turn'd of beachen Wood : The Lids are Ivy : Grapes in Clusters lurk Beneath the Carving of the curious Work : Two Figures on the Sides embofs'd appear , Conon , and what's his Name who made the Sphere , And fhew'd the Seasons of the ...
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... turns the Spit , Beftirs himself , and plies his Feet To climb the Wheel , but all in vain , His own Weight brings him down again ; And ftill he's in the felf - fame Place , Where at his fetting - out he was : So in the Circle of the ...
... turns the Spit , Beftirs himself , and plies his Feet To climb the Wheel , but all in vain , His own Weight brings him down again ; And ftill he's in the felf - fame Place , Where at his fetting - out he was : So in the Circle of the ...
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Seite 179 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Seite 455 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake ; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and howlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble ; 20 Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches...
Seite 337 - That he should weep for her? What would he do Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Seite 269 - Hail wedded Love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring, sole propriety In Paradise of all things common else. By thee adulterous lust was driven from men Among the bestial herds to range; by thee, Founded in reason, loyal, just, and pure, Relations dear, and all the charities Of father, son, and brother first were known.
Seite 389 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Seite 320 - The birds their choir apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal Spring.
Seite 176 - That which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer, My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Seite 319 - Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Seite 386 - I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas!
Seite 299 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...