Protestant Popery: Or, The Convocation – Canto III (Nicholas Amhurst Poems)
Meanwhile at the declining Noon of Night,When gentle Sleep had veil'd each Mortal's Sight;With balmy Dews the smiling Pastures weep,Torrents ...
Meanwhile at the declining Noon of Night,When gentle Sleep had veil'd each Mortal's Sight;With balmy Dews the smiling Pastures weep,Torrents ...
To Thee, my Snape, in these Reforming Times,Grateful, we send our Blessing and our Rimes.Odd it may seem for Us, ...
The Worldling Churchman, raging with Defeat,Renews his Hate, and burns with double Heat.Tho' foil'd in Synod, he laments the DayThat ...
At length the great decisive Year is come,And Britain triumphs o'er the Wiles of Rome,No more in Frowns our Holy ...
In the dark Backward of six thousand Years,(So Moses writes and all our Christian Seers)The World, a rude, unfashion'd Embryo ...
The Patten, Fan, and Petticoat,Three modern Themes of special Note,In parlous Rhimes immortal live,If Rhimes immortal Life can give;The Mouse--Trap ...
Tho' proud Del---ne, for nameless, partial Ends,Throws me at Distance from my letter'd Friends;And, not content to banish from his ...
Wonder not Blount, whose magick HandLifts to the Clouds thy native Land,That in these busy, golden Times,Thy Ears are teaz'd ...
Sir Ralph, a simple, rural Knight,Could just distinguish Wrong from Right;When he receiv'd a Quarter's Rent,And almost half in Taxes ...
I. Oh ponder well! do not me blameOh ponder well! do not me blameFor Follies that are past,If e'er I'm guilty ...
Hail to the Man, whom sacred thirst of FameAmongst the stars enroll'd a shining Name!In whose great Soul Apollo fix'd ...
Nick Dapper, and the great De---l------ne,Against whom Nick so oft has drawnHis hostile Pen, one Night last WeekMet at the ...
If yet, my Lord, your Sorrows find relief,And a short Pause succeeds your weighty Grief;With Candour this unwelcome Verse peruse,The ...
Condemn not, Madam, as I write in Haste,My Thoughts confus'd, or any Word misplac'd.Of cens'ring Tongues I scorn the little ...
Rejoice, ye good Writers; your Pens are set free;Your Thoughts and the Press are at full Liberty;For your King and ...
When real Blessings are to Men deny'd,With airy Hopes they gratify their Pride;To every Wretch this Privilege extends,However void of ...
Whilst on thy Golden Locks I gaze,And what I like sincerely praise,Coldly you turn your Head away,And tax with Flattery ...
O Stanhope! great in Council, and in Fight,Whom the first Scenes of publick Life delight,In Fields of Death to meet ...
Thou perverse, adverse, Caleb D' Anvers,Were I a Poet, to command Verse,With Satire, would I so ha--rass you,That you should ...
Ye Poets, take Heed how you trust to the Muse, fa, la.What Words to make Choice of, and what to ...
Well--I suppose you now sit all agogIn hopes to hear a smutty Epilogue,With filthy Meanings couch'd in modern Guise;Ye wicked ...
Struck with a Passion for unhappy Rowe,To whom so many finish'd Scenes we owe,I paid my Tribute to his mighty ...
We of Cracow the Chancellor and his Vice--Can,With the Doctors and Masters, all to a Man,Assembled in form, have sent ...
In Oxford Crouds of stupid Bards are found,Where of all Places bright ones should abound;Dull plodding Blockheads, without Sense or ...
Whilst dull Projectors toil in vainTo Man the Royal Fleet,And all their Schemes contriv'd with Pain,Such Opposition meet.Methinks how easy ...
IF He's an Author who to PaperSets Pen, and squeezes out some Sense;Then He who just can cut a Caper,A ...
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