Poetical Miscellanies: Consisting of Original Poems and Translations (Google eBook)

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J. Tonson, 1714 - English poetry - 318 pages
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Page 237 - O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Page 236 - Hell within him; for within him Hell He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell One step, no more than from himself, can fly By change of place...
Page 237 - Ah, wherefore! he deserved no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his service hard.
Page 149 - tis fair, yet seems to call a coach. The tuck'd-up sempstress walks with hasty strides, While streams run down her oil'd umbrella's sides. Here various kinds, by various fortunes led, Commence acquaintance underneath a shed. Triumphant Tories and desponding Whigs Forget their feuds, and join to save their wigs.
Page 235 - O prince, O chief of many throned powers, That led the embattled seraphim to war Under thy conduct, and in dreadful deeds 130 Fearless, endangered heaven's perpetual king; And put to proof his high supremacy, Whether upheld by strength, or chance, or fate...
Page 360 - Clusters in the Sun, Others to tread the liquid Harvest join, The groaning Presses foam with Floods of Wine. Here are the Vines in early Flow'r descry'd, Here Grapes discolour'd on the sunny Side, And there in Autumn's richest Purple dy'd.
Page 336 - Oft, as in Airy Rings they skim the Heath, The clam'rous Plovers feel the Leaden Death: Oft as the mounting Larks their Notes prepare, They fall, and leave their little Lives in Air.
Page 296 - WHAT shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own ? I shall, like beasts or common people, die, Unless you write my elegy ; Whilst others great, by being born, are grown; Their mothers' labour, not their own. In this scale gold, in th' other fame does lie, The weight of that mounts this so high.
Page 10 - O'er craggy mountains, and the flowery plain ; Through brakes and thickets forc'd his way, and flew Through many a ring, where once he did pursue. In vain he oft...
Page 328 - Let India boast her plants, nor envy we The weeping amber, or the balmy tree, While by our oaks the precious loads are borne, And realms commanded which those trees adorn.

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