Glotta (James Arbuckle Poems)
Sacred, O Glotta! be the following strains;Thy flow'ry borders, and thy pleasing plains,Inspire the Muse. Carnarvon, present be,I sing of ...
Sacred, O Glotta! be the following strains;Thy flow'ry borders, and thy pleasing plains,Inspire the Muse. Carnarvon, present be,I sing of ...
The plaint and the advice of Dives hear,From hell's hot furnace, and outrageous flame,To his five brethren, and his kinsfolk ...
I sing that graceful toy, whose waving play,With gentle gales relieves the sultry day.Not the wide fan by Persian dames ...
...Thy Sabbaths I profanely spentIn riot and vain merriment,Or, which is worse, in drunkenness,And ev'ry blameable excess.When other folks, of ...
See Clinchie to the hen approach,A scoundrel screen'd in gilded coach.Near to Edina's lofty town,Upon a worthy Baron's ground,A poor ...
From distant regions Fortune sendsAn odd triumvirate of friends;Where Phoebus pays a scanty stipend,Where never yet a codling ripen'd:Hither the ...
WHAT is it our mamma's bewitches, To plague us little boys with breeches ? To tyrant Custom we must yield, Whilst vanquish'd Reason ...
Whilst dull Projectors toil in vainTo Man the Royal Fleet,And all their Schemes contriv'd with Pain,Such Opposition meet.Methinks how easy ...
Condemn'd by Fate to way-ward Curse, Of Friends unkind, and empty Purse: Plagues worse than fill'd ...
{TO THE Generous SUBSCRIBERS, &c}. The Author finding all Attempts prove vain,Those glittering Smiles from Fortune to obtain:That purblind Goddess ...
When as King Henry rulde this land,The second of that name,Besides the queene, he dearly lovdeA faire and comely dame.Most ...
Come all you sons of Freedom, a chorus join with me,I'll sing a song of heroes, and glorious liberty.Some lads ...
When Monmouth the chaste read those impudent lines Which ty'd her dear monkey so fast by the loins, Show'd his ...
In Magna Obijt Britania Undecimo die Octobris: Awake, my Soul, from abject Thoughts retire,Invoke the sacred Nine to tune thy ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Corinna, Pride of Drury-Lane, For whom no Shepherd sighs in vain; Never did Covent Garden boast So bright a batter'd, ...
To the Priest, on Observing how most Men mistake their own Talents When beasts could speak (the learned say, They ...
I. Dark was the dawn, and o'er the deep The boist'rous whirlwinds blew; The Sea-bird wheel'd its circling sweep, And ...
DAME DOWSON, was a granny grey, Who, three score years and ten, Had pass'd her busy hours away, In talking ...
Clora come view my Soul, and tell Whether I have contriv'd it well. Now all its several lodgings lye Compos'd ...
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