Cyder: A Poem. In Two Books, Volume 11

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J. Tonson, 1708 - Cider - 89 pages
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Page 53 - s the time, ere hasty suns forbid To work, disburthen thou thy sapless wood Of its rich progeny ; the turgid fruit Abounds with mellow liquor...
Page 46 - The tardy day, he to his labours hies Gladsome, intent on somewhat that may ease Unhealthy mortals, and with curious search Examines all the properties of herbs, Fossils, and minerals, that th...
Page 27 - They, by th' alluring odour drawn, in haste Fly to the dulcet cates, and crowding sip Their palatable bane ; joyful thou'lt see The clammy surface all o'erstrown with tribes Of greedy insects, that with fruitless toil Flap filmy pennons oft, to extricate Their feet, in liquid shackles bound, till death Bereave them of their worthless souls : such doom Waits luxury, and lawless love of gain...
Page 31 - But how with equal numbers shall we match The Musk's surpassing worth ; that earliest gives Sure hopes of racy wine, and in its youth, Its tender nonage, loads the spreading...
Page 41 - Catch sudden love, and sigh for nymphs unknown, Smit with the magic of their eyes : nor hath The daedal hand of Nature only pour'd Her gifts of outward grace ; their innocence Unfeign'd, and virtue most engaging, free From pride, or artifice, long joys afford To th' honest nuptial bed, and in the wane Of life, rebate the miseries of age.
Page 33 - Be thou the copious matter of my song, And thy choice nectar ; on which always waits Laughter, and sport, and care-beguiling wit, And friendship, chief delight of human life. What should we wish for more ? or why, in quest Of foreign vintage, insincere, and mixt, Traverse th...
Page 46 - Rules Of Temperance, and aught that may improve The moral Life ; not fedulous to rail, Nor with envenom'd Tongue to blaft the Fame Of harmlefs Men, or fecret Whifpers fpread, 'Mong faithful Friends, to breed Diftruft, and Hate. Studious of Virtue, he no Life obferves Except his own, his own employs his Cares, Large Subject!
Page 76 - Discharge their mellow burthens, let them thank Boon Nature, that thus annually supplies Their vaults, and with her former liquid gifts Exhilarates their languid minds, within The golden mean confin'd : beyond there's nought Of health, or pleasure.
Page 72 - s emblazon'd by the rosy dawn, Domestic cares awake them ; brisk they rise, Refresh'd, and lively with the joys that flow From amicable talk, and moderate cups Sweetly interchang'd.
Page 78 - Albion, nor let civil broils Ferment from social cups : may we, remote From the hoarse, brazen sound of war, enjoy Our humid products, and with seemly draughts Enkindle mirth, and hospitable love. Too oft, alas ! has mutual hatred drench'd Our swords in native blood ; too oft has pride, And hellish discord, and insatiate thirst Of others rights, our quiet discompos'd.

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