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 ...
When great Augustus govern'd ancient Rome,And sent his conquering bands to foreign wars,Abroad when dreaded, and beloved at home,He saw ...
How long, deluded Albion, wilt thou lieIn the lethargic sleep, the sad reposeBy which thy close thy constant enemyHas softly ...
Since hired for life, thy servile Muse must singSuccessive conquests and a glorious King;Must of a man immortal vainly boast,And ...
Sir,As once a twelvemonth to the priest,Holy at Rome, here Antichrist,The Spanish king presents a jennetTo show his love, -- ...
Dulce est desipere in loco.Some Folks are drunk, yet do not know it:So might not Bacchus give You Law?Was it ...
The Sceptics think 'twas long agoSince gods came down incognitoTo see who were their friends or foes,And how our actions ...
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 ...
Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band That wear the fair Miss Mary's fetters,Were summoned by her high command To show their ...
Lie Philo untouch'd, on my peaceable shelf,Nor take it amiss that so little I heed thee;I've no envy to thee, ...
Yes, every poet is a fool;By demonstration, Ned can show it:Happy could Ned's inverted ruleProve every fool to be a ...
Dear Chloe, how blubbered is that pretty face; Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurled! Prithee quit ...
Dear Chloe, how blubber'd is that pretty face; Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurl'd: Prythee quit ...
LORDS, knights, and squires, the numerous band That wear the fair Miss Mary's fetters, Were summoned by her high command ...
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