Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. – Canto II. (Matthew Prior Poems)
But shall we take the Muse abroad,To drop her idly on the road,And leave our subject in the middle,As Butler ...
But shall we take the Muse abroad,To drop her idly on the road,And leave our subject in the middle,As Butler ...
Behind an unfrequented glade,Where yew and myrtle mix their shade,A widow Turtle pensive sat,And wept her murder'd lover's fate.The Sparrow ...
Beyond the fix'd and settl'd RulesOf Vice and Virtue in the Schools,Beyond the Letter of the Law,Which keeps our Men ...
At Mary's tomb (sad sacred place!)The Virtues shall their vigils keep,And every Muse and every GraceIn solemn state shall ever ...
Fast by the banks of Cam was Colin bred,(Ye Nymphs, for every guard that sacred stream)To Wimple's woody shade his ...
Miss Danae, when Fair and Young(As Horace has divinely sung)Could not be kept from Jove's EmbraceBy Doors of Steel, and ...
Wiessen and nature held a long contestIf she created or he painted best;With pleasing thought the wondrous combat grew,She still ...
When crowding folks, with strange ill faces,Were making legs, and begging places,And some with patents, some with merit,Tired out my ...
What charms you have, from what high race you sprung,Have been the pleasing subjects of my song:Unskill'd and young, yet ...
As the Chameleon, who is knownTo have no colours of his own,But borrows from his neighbour's hueHis white or black, ...
Forbear to ask Me, why I weep;Vext Cloe to her Shepherd said:'Tis for my Two poor stragling SheepPerhaps, or for ...
The pride of every grove I chose,The violet sweet and lily fair,The dappled pink and blushing rose,To deck my charming ...
Let others from the Town retire,And in the fields seek new delight;My Phillis does such joys inspire,No other objects please ...
As Nancy at her toilette sat,Admiring this, and blaming that,Tell me, she said, but tell me true,The nymph who could ...
Some kind angel, gently flying,Moved with pity at my pain,Tell Corinna I am dyingTill with joy we meet again.Tell Corinna, ...
Dear Chloe, how blubbered is that pretty face; Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurled! Prithee quit ...
I, MY dear, was born to-day-- So all my jolly comrades say: They bring me music, wreaths, and mirth, And ...
Dear Chloe, how blubber'd is that pretty face; Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurl'd: Prythee quit ...
How old may Phyllis be, you ask, Whose beauty thus all hearts engages? To answer is no easy task; For ...
How old may Phyllis be, you ask, Whose beauty thus all hearts engages? To answer is no easy task; For ...
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