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... lov'd needs only to be seen . The bloody bear , an independent beast , Unlick'd to form , in groans her hate expreft . Among the timorous kind the quaking hare Profefs'd neutrality , but would not swear . Next her the buffoon ape , as ...
... lov'd needs only to be seen . The bloody bear , an independent beast , Unlick'd to form , in groans her hate expreft . Among the timorous kind the quaking hare Profefs'd neutrality , but would not swear . Next her the buffoon ape , as ...
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... lov'd , they fear'd : Not arm'd with horns of arbitrary might , Or claws to feize their furry fpoils in fight , Orwith increase of feet t ' o'ertake them in their flight : Of easy shape , and pliant every way ; Confeffing still the ...
... lov'd , they fear'd : Not arm'd with horns of arbitrary might , Or claws to feize their furry fpoils in fight , Orwith increase of feet t ' o'ertake them in their flight : Of easy shape , and pliant every way ; Confeffing still the ...
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... lov'd nor fear'd , A meer mock queen of a divided herd ; Whom foon by lawful power she might controul , Herfelf a part fubmitted to the whole . Then , as the moon who first receives the light By which she makes our nether regions bright ...
... lov'd nor fear'd , A meer mock queen of a divided herd ; Whom foon by lawful power she might controul , Herfelf a part fubmitted to the whole . Then , as the moon who first receives the light By which she makes our nether regions bright ...
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... lov'd , And old , uncharming Catharine was remov'd . For fundry years before he did complain , And told his ghoftly confeffor his pain . With the fame impudence , without a ground , They lay that , look the reformation round , No ...
... lov'd , And old , uncharming Catharine was remov'd . For fundry years before he did complain , And told his ghoftly confeffor his pain . With the fame impudence , without a ground , They lay that , look the reformation round , No ...
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... lov'd ; A goodness that excell'd his godlike race , And only short of heaven's unbounded grace ; A flood of mercy that o'erflow'd our isle , Calm in the rife , and fruitful as the Nile ; 5 Forgetting Forgetting whence your Egypt was ...
... lov'd ; A goodness that excell'd his godlike race , And only short of heaven's unbounded grace ; A flood of mercy that o'erflow'd our isle , Calm in the rife , and fruitful as the Nile ; 5 Forgetting Forgetting whence your Egypt was ...
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Page 214 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure — Rich the treasure Sweet the pleasure. Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain, Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Page 201 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high. Arise ye more than dead. Then cold and hot, and moist and dry, In order to their stations leap, And music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man.
Page 215 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Page 11 - Disguised in mortal mould and infancy? That the great Maker of the world could die? And after that trust my imperfect sense, Which calls in question His Omnipotence?
Page 137 - I been depos'd, if you had reign'd! The father had descended for the son, For only you are lineal to the throne.
Page 27 - She made a mannerly excuse to stay, Proffering the Hind to wait her half the way: That, since the sky was clear, an hour of talk Might help her to beguile the tedious walk. With much good-will the motion was embrac'd...
Page 214 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus...
Page 202 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot...
Page 218 - 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. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Page 111 - On his left hand twelve reverend owls did fly. So Romulus, 'tis sung, by Tiber's Brook, Presage of sway from twice six vultures took. Th 'admiring throng loud acclamations make And omens of his future empire take.