Fables Antient and Modern: Translated Into Verse from Homer, Ovid, Boccace, and Chaucer: with Original PoemsJ. Tonson, 1713 - 550 pages |
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... Tears , nor Groans , nor Cur- fes of the vanquish'd , follow Acts of Compaf- fion , and of Charity : But a fincere Pleasure , and Serenity of Mind , in him who performs an Action of Mercy , which cannot fuffer the Misfortunes of another ...
... Tears , nor Groans , nor Cur- fes of the vanquish'd , follow Acts of Compaf- fion , and of Charity : But a fincere Pleasure , and Serenity of Mind , in him who performs an Action of Mercy , which cannot fuffer the Misfortunes of another ...
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... Tears of all were real : Where every Man deplor'd his private Part in that Ca- lamity , and even those who had not tafted of your Favours , yet built fo much on the Fame of your Beneficence , that they bemoan'd the Lofs of their ...
... Tears of all were real : Where every Man deplor'd his private Part in that Ca- lamity , and even those who had not tafted of your Favours , yet built fo much on the Fame of your Beneficence , that they bemoan'd the Lofs of their ...
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... Tear . O true Plantagenet , O Race Divine , ( For Beauty fill is fatal to the Line , ) Had Chaucer liv'd that Angel - Face to view , Sure he had drawn his Emily from You : Or had You liv'd , to judge the doubtful Right To Her GRACE the.
... Tear . O true Plantagenet , O Race Divine , ( For Beauty fill is fatal to the Line , ) Had Chaucer liv'd that Angel - Face to view , Sure he had drawn his Emily from You : Or had You liv'd , to judge the doubtful Right To Her GRACE the.
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... Tears of three Campaigns acvay . Blood , Rapines , Masacres , were cheaply bought , So mighty Recompence Tour Beauty brought . As when the Dove returning , bore the Mark Of Earth restor'd to the long - lab'ring Ark , The Relicks of ...
... Tears of three Campaigns acvay . Blood , Rapines , Masacres , were cheaply bought , So mighty Recompence Tour Beauty brought . As when the Dove returning , bore the Mark Of Earth restor'd to the long - lab'ring Ark , The Relicks of ...
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... Tear ) The sharpen'd Share shall vex the Soil no more , But Earth unbidden Mall produce her Store : The Land Mall laugh , the circling Ocean smile , And Heav'ns Indulgence bless the Holy Isle . Heav'n from all Ages has reservod for You ...
... Tear ) The sharpen'd Share shall vex the Soil no more , But Earth unbidden Mall produce her Store : The Land Mall laugh , the circling Ocean smile , And Heav'ns Indulgence bless the Holy Isle . Heav'n from all Ages has reservod for You ...
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againſt Ajax Arcite Arms Baucis and Philemon becauſe beſt betwixt Blood Breaſt caft call'd Cauſe Ceyx Chaucer CHIG Cinyras cloſe cou'd cry'd Cymon Dame Death defcended Defire Eaſe Ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fafe faid fair fame Fate Fear Feaſt fecret feem'd felf fent fhall fhou'd Fight fince firft firſt flain Flames Flow'rs fome foon forc'd fought ftill fuch Goddeſs Grace Hand Heart Heav'n himſelf Honour Houſe join'd Jove King Knight laft laſt leaſt lefs liv'd loft look'd lov'd Love Maid Mind moſt muſt Myrrha o'er Ovid Palamon plac'd pleas'd pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r Praiſe Pray'r prepar'd preſent Prieſt Prince Publick purfu'd purſue Queen rais'd Reaſon refolv'd reft reſt rifing ſaid ſcarce ſeen ſelf Senfe ſhall ſhe Sire Soul ſpoke ſpread ſtill ſtood Tears Thebes thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thought turn'd Twas whofe whoſe Wife Wiſhes wou'd
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Page 374 - 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 372 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the furies arise ! See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair ! And the sparkles that flash from their eyes ! Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand...
Page 371 - 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 89 - Bade cease the war ; pronouncing from on high, Arcite of Thebes had won the beauteous Emily. The sound of trumpets to the voice replied, And round the royal lists the heralds cried, Arcite of Thebes has won the beauteous bride.
Page 373 - 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 And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Page 367 - None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. Timotheus, plac'd on high Amid the tuneful quire, With flying fingers touch'd the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heavenly joys inspire.
Page 170 - Such as it is, the' offence is all my own ; And what to Guiscard is already done, Or to be done, is doom'd by thy decree, That, if not executed first by thee, Shall on my person be perform'd by me.
Page 507 - Nothing reserved or sullen was to see; But sweet regards, and pleasing sanctity: Mild was his accent, and his action free. With eloquence innate his tongue was arm'd; Though harsh the precept, yet the preacher charm'd. For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...