To The Countess Of Exeter. Playing On The Lute (Matthew Prior Poems)
What charms you have, from what high race you sprung,Have been the pleasing subjects of my song:Unskill'd and young, yet ...
What charms you have, from what high race you sprung,Have been the pleasing subjects of my song:Unskill'd and young, yet ...
'T was sung of old how one Amphion Could, by his verses, tame a lion, And, by his strange unchanting tunes, Make bears ...
Men said at vespers: "All is well!"In one wild night the city fell;Fell shrines of prayer and marts of gainBefore ...
Ere ancient Thebes began on high to raiseHer crest of towers; ere rose the wondrous mazeOf column'd temples, palaces, and ...
Gold and iron are goodTo buy iron and gold;All earth's fleece and foodFor their like are sold.Hinted Merlin wise,Proved Napoleon ...
In that soft season, when descending show'rsCall forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;When op'ning buds salute the welcome ...
Oh! hideous fiend, of form uncouth, With jaundic'd eye, and canker'd tooth, Fell Envy, why dost thou profane The labours ...
Mean while thro' savage woods, and deserts vast, The captive with his Midian masters past. At last rich Egypt's pleasant ...
MY father left a park to me, But it is wild and barren, A garden too with scarce ...
Anges, Tr?nes et Dominations, Principault?s, Archanges, Ch?rubins, Inclinez-vous aux basses r?gionsAvec Vertus, Potest?s, Seraphins, Transvolitez des haults cieux cristalins Pour ...
Amphion e'en hard Stones did move) Appease the stubborn Anger of my Love, And move her harder Heart. And thou, ...
I love the lyric muse!For when mankind ran wild in grooves Came holy Orpheus with his songsAnd turned men's hearts ...
Had Sacharissa lived when mortals made Choice of their deities, this sacred shadeHad held an alter to her power, that ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Phoebus, arise! And paint the sable skies With azure, white, and red: Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed That ...
In the outskirts of the village On the river's winding shores Stand the Occidental plane-trees, Stand the ancient sycamores. One ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil ...
MY father left a park to me, But it is wild and barren, A garden too with scarce a tree, ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
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