Poems Upon Several Occasions, Volume 1J. Roberts, 1748 - 282 pages |
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Page 26 - And burning funs had fear'd the ruffet plain ; No more the rofe nor hyacinth were feen, Nor yellow cowflip on the tufted green : But the rude thiftle rear'd its hoary crown, And the ripe nettle fhew'd an irkfom brown.
Page 57 - Clue, fond to be admir'd, Of joy impatient and as quickly tir'd, When firft her eye-lids open on the day, With eager hafte fhe gobbles down her tea, And to the park commands her rolling wheels, Yet fighs and wifhes for the rural fields : Then back to cards and company fhe flies, Then for the charms of melting mufick dies.
Page 154 - Whofe Hand, unerring, to the Mark in view Sent the fwift Arrow from the twanging Yew : The trembling Panthers from his Fury fly...
Page 273 - Fly, For proving what they fay. Believe me, not a Bud like thee In this fair Garden blows ; Then blame no more the erring Bee, Who took you for the Rofe.
Page 39 - You fee I'm learned, and I fhew't the more, That none may wonder when they find me poor. Yet Mira dreams, as flumbring poets may, And rolls in treafures till the breaking day : While books and pictures in bright order rife, And painted parlours fwim before her eyes : 'Till the fhrill clock impertinently rings, And the foft vifions move their fhining wings : Then Mira wakes, her pictures are no more, And thro' her fingers flides the vanifh'd ore.
Page 43 - That each his proper Place fhou'd know, , On Laurel Benches all a-row. Now you may think they all were happy, As Drunkard o'er his Jug of Nappy, That ev'ry Brow was fmooth and clear, But firft I beg you'd lend an Ear : The Queen of Love to grace the Feaft, Had fent a thoufand Pipes at leaft Of fmiling...
Page 34 - Hail, Phillis, brighter than a morning sky, Joy of my heart, and darling of my eye ; See the kind year her grateful tribute yields, And round-fac'd plenty triumphs o'er the fields. But to yon gardens let me lead thy charms, Where the curl'd vine extends her willing arms : Whose purple clusters lure the longing eye, And the ripe cherries show their scarlet dye.
Page 115 - Jointures I cou'd fplit a Hair, And make it turn againft the .Heir : I fpar'd no Widow for her Tears, No Orphan for his tender Years : My Maxim was— -'Get Money, Man, Get Money, where and how you can : Thus through the Stage of Life I run, (For, Ah!
Page 55 - Flight from thence too often is decreed. Then Poverty is doubly curs'd indeed. Content and Blifs, which differ but in Name, Alike their Natures and their End the fame, Faft bound together in eternal Chains. This as the End — The other, as the Means, Will ne'er divide. But who enjoys the one, Muft find the other ere the fetting Sun.
Page 15 - ... Let a small sprig (true emblem of my rhyme) Of blasted laurel on my hearse recline; Let some grave wight, that struggles for renown By chanting dirges through a market-town, 20 With gentle step precede the solemn train; A broken flute upon his arm shall lean.