An Epistle To Sir John Blount City: London (Nicholas Amhurst Poems)
Wonder not Blount, whose magick HandLifts to the Clouds thy native Land,That in these busy, golden Times,Thy Ears are teaz'd ...
Wonder not Blount, whose magick HandLifts to the Clouds thy native Land,That in these busy, golden Times,Thy Ears are teaz'd ...
Nick Dapper, and the great De---l------ne,Against whom Nick so oft has drawnHis hostile Pen, one Night last WeekMet at the ...
I.To-night retir'd the queen of heavenWith young Endymion stays:And now to Hesper is it givenAwhile to rule the vacant sky,Till ...
I.No, foolish youth-To virtuous fameIf now thy early hopes be vow'd,If true ambition's nobler flameCommand thy footsteps from the croud,Lean ...
Whilst on thy Golden Locks I gaze,And what I like sincerely praise,Coldly you turn your Head away,And tax with Flattery ...
Reason, which long had absent been before, Vouchsaf'd one Day to come within my door. Affrighted at th' unusual Sight, ...
Carm. Lib. . Ode . Paraphrased.I. Ah! dearest Friend, the Years are flying; They flie alass! they pass away (Like ...
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