The Works of the English Poets: Parnell and A. PhilipsH. Hughs, 1779 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 88
Page 5
... fing . In Greece they fram'd the tale ( In Greece ' twas thought a woman might be frail ) ; Ye modern beauties ! where the Poet drew His fofteft pencil , think he dreamt of you ; And , warn'd by him , ye wanton pens beware How Heaven's ...
... fing . In Greece they fram'd the tale ( In Greece ' twas thought a woman might be frail ) ; Ye modern beauties ! where the Poet drew His fofteft pencil , think he dreamt of you ; And , warn'd by him , ye wanton pens beware How Heaven's ...
Page 17
... fing to Love , Sitting , hopping , fluttering , fing , And pay their tribute from the wing , To fledge the fhafts that idly lie , And yet unfeather'd wait to fly . ' Tis thus , when spring renews the blood , They meet in every trembling ...
... fing to Love , Sitting , hopping , fluttering , fing , And pay their tribute from the wing , To fledge the fhafts that idly lie , And yet unfeather'd wait to fly . ' Tis thus , when spring renews the blood , They meet in every trembling ...
Page 20
... fing ye , how they drank like Gods , And how they fought like Men . To part the fray , the Graces fly , Who make them foon agree ; Nay , had the Furies felves been nigh , They ftill were three to three . Bacchus appeas'd , rais'd Cupid ...
... fing ye , how they drank like Gods , And how they fought like Men . To part the fray , the Graces fly , Who make them foon agree ; Nay , had the Furies felves been nigh , They ftill were three to three . Bacchus appeas'd , rais'd Cupid ...
Page 24
... fing , And antic feats devife ; Some wind and tumble like an ape , And other fome tranfmute their shape In Edwin's wondering eyes . Till one at laft , that Robin hight , Renown'd for pinching maids by night , Has bent him up aloof ; And ...
... fing , And antic feats devife ; Some wind and tumble like an ape , And other fome tranfmute their shape In Edwin's wondering eyes . Till one at laft , that Robin hight , Renown'd for pinching maids by night , Has bent him up aloof ; And ...
Page 34
... fings for pleasure , as for grief before . And ftill her graces rife , her airs extend , And all is filence till the Syren end . How long in coming is my lovely Spring ! And when fhall I , and when the fwallow fing ? Sweet Philomela ...
... fings for pleasure , as for grief before . And ftill her graces rife , her airs extend , And all is filence till the Syren end . How long in coming is my lovely Spring ! And when fhall I , and when the fwallow fing ? Sweet Philomela ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
æther ANTISTROPHE arife beauty beneath bleffings blefs'd blifs boaſt bofom breaſt breath bright caft charms chearful cloſe defcend defire divine eaſe eyes facred fafe faid fair falute fame fancy fate fear feas feat feek feem feen fhade fhall fhepherds fhine fide fight filent filver fing fix'd fkies flain flame fleep flies flowers fmiles foes foft fome fong fons forrow foul fpirit fpring Frogs ftand ftill fuch fung fweet glory grace grove heart Ifrael king laſt lefs Lord lov'd Meaſures mind Mufe mufic night numbers o'er paffion Pelops plain pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe prefent rage rais'd raiſe realms reft rife riſe rofe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhow ſkies ſkill ſky ſpeak ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand Twas verfe voice whofe Whoſe winds wondrous
Popular passages
Page 80 - I'll lift my voice, and tune my ftring, And thee, great Source of Nature, fing. The fun that walks his airy way, To light the world, and give the day; The moon that mines with borrow'd light ; The ftars that gild the gloomy night, The feas that roll •unnumber'd waves; The wood that fpreads its
Page 88 - its head ; In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And loofe from drofs the filver runs below. Long had our pious friends in virtue trod, But now the child half-wean'd his heart from God j (Child of his age) for him he liv'd in pain, And meafur'd back his
Page 87 - His youthful face grew more ferenely fweet ; His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet; Fair rounds of radiant points inveft his hair; Celeftial odours breathe through purpled air ; And wings, whofe colours glitter'd on the day, Wide at his back their gradual plumes difplay. The form etherial burft upon his
Page 88 - wretch, whofe bolted door Ne'er mov'd in duty to the wandering poor; With him I left the cup, to teach his mind That heaven can blefs, if mortals will be kind. Confcious of wanting worth, he views the bowl, And feels compaffion
Page 81 - in thick diforder run. To clear this doubt, to know the world by fight, To find if books, or fwains, report it right, (For yet by fwains alone the world he knew, Whofe feet came wandering o'er the nightly dew) He quits his cell; the
Page 86 - round his hall repair, Warn'd by a bell, and clofe the hours with prayer. At length the world, renew'd by calm repofe, Was ftrong for toil, the dappled morn arofe; Before the Pilgrims part, the younger crept, Near the clos'd cradle where an infant flept, And writh'd his
Page 82 - way ! His raiment decent, his complexion fair, And foft in graceful ringlets wav'd his hair. Then near approaching, Father, hail! he cry'd. And hail, my Son, the reverend Sire reply'd ; Words follow'd words, from queftion anfwer flow'd, And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road
Page 78 - and then perceives Thou wert not in the rocks and waves. The filent heart, which grief aflails, Treads foft and lonefome o'er the vales, . Sees daifies open, rivers run, And feeks (as I have vainly done) Amufing thought; but learns to know That Solitude 's the nurfe of woe. No real happinefs is found In trailing purple o'er the ground
Page 76 - Thefe, all the poor remains of ftate, Adorn the rich, or praife the great; Who, while on earth in fame they live, Are fenfelefs of the fame they give. Ha! while I gaze, pale Cynthia fades, The burfting earth unveils the (hades ! All flow, and wan, and wrap'd with
Page 27 - it o'er the place, They fit, they drink, and eat.; The time with frolic mirth beguile, And poor Sir Topaz hangs the while Till all the rout retreat. By this the ftars began to wink, They (hriek, they fly, the tapers fink, •And down y-drops the knight