A New Miscellany of Original Poems, on Several Occasions

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Peter Buck ... and George Strahan, 1701 - English poetry - 341 pages
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Page 296 - The dream is better than the drink. " Our hopes like towering falcons aim At objects in an airy height : To stand aloof and view the flight, Is all the pleasure of the game.
Page 217 - Inextricable, nor will aught avail Their arts, or arms, or shapes of lovely hue ; The wasp insidious, and the buzzing drone, And butterfly, proud of expanded wings Distinct with gold, entangled in her snares, Useless resistance make ; with eager strides, She...
Page 215 - With vocal heel thrice thundering at my gate, With hideous accent thrice he calls; I know The voice ill-boding, and the solemn sound. What should I do?
Page 94 - Dorinda's sparkling wit and eyes United cast too fierce a light, Which blazes high, but quickly dies, Pains not the heart, but hurts the sight. Love is a calmer, gentler joy, Smooth are his looks, and soft his pace, Her Cupid is a blackguard boy, That runs his link full in your face.
Page 322 - I remember some Verses of my own Maximin and Almanzor which cry, Vengeance upon me for their Extravagance, and which I wish heartily in the same fire with Statius and Chapman...
Page 66 - When the ill humour with his wife he spends, And bears recruited wit, and spirits to his friends. The son of Bacchus pleads thy pow'r, As to the glass he still repairs...
Page 322 - I knew they were bad a enough to pleafe, Even when I writ them : But I repent of them among my fins: And if any of their fellows intrude by chance into my prefent...
Page 15 - And when my ftruggling thoughts for pafl'age ftrove, \Vhy did my tongue refufe to move ; Tell me can this be any thing but love ? Still with the night my dreams my griefs renew, Still...
Page 215 - Disastrous acts forebode ; in his right hand Long scrolls of paper solemnly he waves, With characters and figures dire...
Page 65 - Muses' paths I stray, Whilst in their groves and by their secret springs My hand delights to trace unusual things, And deviates from the known and common way; Nor will in fading silks compose Faintly th...

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