Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. – Canto III. (Matthew Prior Poems)
Richard, who now was half asleep,Roused, nor would longer silence keep;And sense like this, in vocal breath,Broke from his twofold ...
Richard, who now was half asleep,Roused, nor would longer silence keep;And sense like this, in vocal breath,Broke from his twofold ...
But shall we take the Muse abroad,To drop her idly on the road,And leave our subject in the middle,As Butler ...
Matthew met Richard, when or whereFrom story is not mighty clear:Of many knotty points they spoke,And pro and con by ...
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 ...
When great Augustus govern'd ancient Rome,And sent his conquering bands to foreign wars,Abroad when dreaded, and beloved at home,He saw ...
Tune. — "King John and the Abbot of Canterbury."I sing not old Jason who travell'd through GreeceTo kiss the fair ...
Since hired for life, thy servile Muse must singSuccessive conquests and a glorious King;Must of a man immortal vainly boast,And ...
Hans Carvel, impotent and old,Married a lass of London mould.Handsome? Enough; extremely gay;Loved music, company, and play:High flights she had, ...
In Virgil's Sacred Verse we find,That Passion can depress or raiseThe Heav'nly, as the Human Mind:Who dare deny what Virgil ...
Miss Danae, when Fair and Young(As Horace has divinely sung)Could not be kept from Jove's EmbraceBy Doors of Steel, and ...
When crowding folks, with strange ill faces,Were making legs, and begging places,And some with patents, some with merit,Tired out my ...
Dum studeo fungi fallentis munere vitae,Adfectoque viam sedibus ElysiisArctoa florens sophia, Samiisque superbusDiscipulis, animas morte carere cano.Has ego corporibus profugas ...
Tway Mice, full Blythe and Amicable,Batten beside Erle Robert's Table.Lies there ne Trap their Necks to catch,Ne old black Cat ...
Howe'er, 'tis well that, while mankindThrough fate's perverse meander errs,He can imagined pleasures findTo combat against real cares.Fancies and notions ...
Come, weep no more, for 'tis in vain;Torment not thus your pretty heart;Think, Flavia, we may meet again,As well as ...
By Sylvia if thy charming self be meant;If friendship be thy virgin vows' extent,O! let me in Aminta's praises join,Hers ...
Out from the injured canvas, Kneller, strikeThese lines too faint; the picture is not like.Exalt thy thought, and try thy ...
Still, Dorinda, I adore;Think I mean not to deceive you,For I loved you much before,And, alas! now love you moreThough ...
Since my words, though ne'er so tender,With sincerest truth express'd,Cannot make your heart surrender,Nor so much as warm your breast;What ...
I have no hopes, the Duke he says, and dies.In sure and certain hopes — the prelate cries:Of these two ...
Phillis, this pious talk give o'er,And modesty pretend no more,It is too plain an art:Surely you take me for a ...
Poor, little, pretty, fluttering thing,Must we no longer live together?And dost thou prune thy trembling wing,To take thy flight thou ...
On his death-bed poor Lubin lies: His spouse is in despair: With frequent sobs, and mutual cries, They both express ...
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