The Poetical Calendar: Containing a Collection of Scarce and Valuable Pieces of Poetry: with Variety of Originals and Translations, by the Most Eminent Hands. Intended as a Supplement to Mr. Dodsley's Collection, Volume 5Dryden Leach, 1763 |
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... rofes . See Claudian's fine poem on that fubject , and an elegant tranflation of it by mr . Tickell in the first vol . of the Poetical Calendar , p . 42. See alfo Marcellus Donatus , who has a fhort differtation on the Phoenix in his ...
... rofes . See Claudian's fine poem on that fubject , and an elegant tranflation of it by mr . Tickell in the first vol . of the Poetical Calendar , p . 42. See alfo Marcellus Donatus , who has a fhort differtation on the Phoenix in his ...
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... rofes fade and die . Tho ' now in pride of youth and beauty drest , O think , Ianthe , cruel time lays waste The roses of the cheek , the lillies of the breast . Weep not ; but , rather taught by this , improve The prefent freshness of ...
... rofes fade and die . Tho ' now in pride of youth and beauty drest , O think , Ianthe , cruel time lays waste The roses of the cheek , the lillies of the breast . Weep not ; but , rather taught by this , improve The prefent freshness of ...
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... rofes fade , and lillies die ; When that dear eye's declining beam Its living fire no more shall stream : Bleft then , and happy in my chain , The fong of Freedom flows in vain ; Nor Reason's harsh reproof I fear , For Reafon's felf is ...
... rofes fade , and lillies die ; When that dear eye's declining beam Its living fire no more shall stream : Bleft then , and happy in my chain , The fong of Freedom flows in vain ; Nor Reason's harsh reproof I fear , For Reafon's felf is ...
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... rofes , foft as down , Befide the winding stream . Delightful feafon ! every mead With thy fair robe of plenty spread , To thee that plenty owes ; The laughing fields with joy declare , And whisper all in reason's ear , From whence that ...
... rofes , foft as down , Befide the winding stream . Delightful feafon ! every mead With thy fair robe of plenty spread , To thee that plenty owes ; The laughing fields with joy declare , And whisper all in reason's ear , From whence that ...
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... garden's lov'd recefs ; Beds with pinks and rofes gay , The pride and boaft of June and May ,. Contemplation , nymph ferene , Guide to lawns , or uplands green , HOR . Or near the promontory's fide- Let me hear the roaring B 4 Or [ 7 ]
... garden's lov'd recefs ; Beds with pinks and rofes gay , The pride and boaft of June and May ,. Contemplation , nymph ferene , Guide to lawns , or uplands green , HOR . Or near the promontory's fide- Let me hear the roaring B 4 Or [ 7 ]
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beauty bleffings bleft blifs blooming bluſhing boaſt bofom bowers breaſt breath ceaſe charms dales defire Delia delight deſpair doth earth eaſe ELEGY erft eyes facred fair fame fatire fcorn fhade fhall fhine figh filent filver fing flame fleep flowers fmiles foft folemn fome fong foon footh forrow foul fountaines ring fpring FRANCIS FAWK freſh friendſhip ftill ftrain ftream fuch fwains fweet gentle glows grace grove hail hear heart heaven hills honour hour Ianthe lyre maid mufe mufic muft Muſes Naiads ne'er night numbers nymph o'er Ovid paffion pain plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure praiſe pride rapture Reaſon reſt rife rofes roſes ſcene ſeem ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhed ſhould ſkies ſky ſmile ſpeak ſpirit ſpread ſtill ſweet tender thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou thouſand thro vale ween whofe Whoſe WILLIAM WOTY wiſh youth
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Page 28 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 77 - Nor ease, nor peace, that heart can know, That, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe; But, turning, trembles too.
Page 46 - The well-squeez'd client quits the dusty town, Grown grey in the asserting of his right, With head yfraught with law, and pockets light, Well pleas'd he wanders o'er the fallow lea, And views each rural objecl: with delight.
Page 37 - So may his favour'd eye explore the fource, To few reveal'd, whence human forrows charm : So may his numbers, with pathetic force, Bid Terror fhake us, or Companion warm, As different ftrains controul The movements of the foul ; Adjuft its paffions, harmonize its tone ; To feel for others...
Page 49 - Third from Whitenofe fprings Pegafus with eagle wings : Light o'er the plain, as dancing cork, With many a bound he beats the ground, While all the Turf with acclamation rings. He won Northampton, Lincoln, Oxford, York : He too Newmarket won. There Granta's Son P Seiz'd * The Author is either miftaken in this place, or has elfe indulged iiimfelf in a very unwarrantable poetical licence.
Page 76 - Oft I've implor'd the Gods in vain, And pray'd till I've been weary; For once I'll try my wish to gain Of Oberon, the fairy.
Page 38 - The balmy cowslip gilds the smiling plain, The virgin snow-drop boasts her silver hue, An hundred tints the gaudy daisy stain, And the meek violet, in amis blue, Creeps low to earth, and hides from public view...
Page 42 - ... the honest badge of toil display. See how they mould the haycock's rising head; While wanton Colin, full of amorous play, Down throweth Susan, who doth shriek for dread. Fear not thou canst be hurt upon so soft a bed. At length the sun doth hasten to repose, And all the vault of heaven is streak'd with light; In flamy gold the ruddy welkin glows, And for the noonday heat our pains doth quite *, For all is calm, serene, and passing bright. Favonius gentle skims along the grove, And sheds sweet...
Page 12 - The waking lover, raised by mighty spell, To pale the stars, till Hesper shine it back to hell. Ne witches rifle gibbets, by the moon (With horror winking, trembling all with fear), Of many a clinking chain, and canker'd bone : Nor imp in visionary shape appear, To blast the thriving verdure of the plain ; Ne let hobgoblin, ne the ponk, profane [brain.
Page 83 - Her mind as perfect as her face : To hear her fpeak, to fee her move, (Unhappy I, alas ! the while) Her voice was joy, her look was love, And heaven was...