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Æneid Amyntas artsul bear beauty behold betwixt blessing blood breast C H L O R I call'd church Cockwood conscience consess COUNTESS of ABINGDON D A P H N I dare death delight desence design'd e'en EARL of DUNDEE ev'ry eyes face facred faid fair faith fame fate fatire fave foes fools foul fruitsul give grace happy hast heart heaven Hind honour joys kind king kiss laws lise live Lucretius mighty mind Momus mortal muse ne'er never numbers nymph o'er Ovid pain Panther persect Pindaric plain play pleas'd poem poets praise prince PROLOGUE race rage reign rest sear sear'd seatures sense shew sields sight sire sirst soul strise sure suture sweet thee Theocritus Thomas Shadwell thou thought thro translated try'd twas University of Oxford verse Virgil virtue Whig wise writ
Page 205 - Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well.
Page 219 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Page 218 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Page 221 - Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy! Thus, long ago, Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute; Timotheus to his breathing flute And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
Page 216 - In flower of youth and beauty's pride. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair...
Page 108 - This is thy province, this thy wondrous way, New humours to invent for each new play: This is that boasted bias of thy mind, By which one way to dulness 'tis inclined: Which makes thy writings lean on one side still, And, in all changes, that way bends thy will. Nor let thy mountain-belly make pretence Of likeness; thine's a tympany of sense. A tun of man in thy large bulk is writ, But sure thou'rt but a kilderkin of wit.
Page 22 - As only buz to Heaven with evening wings ; Strike in the dark, offending but by chance ; Such are the blindfold blows of Ignorance : They know not beings,, and but hate a name ; To them the Hind and Panther are the same.
Page 167 - But like a Ball of Fire the further thrown, Still with a greater Blaze she shone, And her bright Soul broke out on ev'ry side.
Page 205 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began ; When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead. Then cold and hot and moist and dry In order to their stations leap, And Music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of...
Page 154 - For Time shall with his ready pencil stand; Retouch your figures with his ripening hand; Mellow your colours, and imbrown the teint; Add every grace, which Time alone can grant; To future ages shall your fame convey, And give more beauties than he takes away.