The Turtle And Sparrow. An Elegiac Tale (Matthew Prior Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
How long, deluded Albion, wilt thou lieIn the lethargic sleep, the sad reposeBy which thy close thy constant enemyHas softly ...
At Mary's tomb (sad sacred place!)The Virtues shall their vigils keep,And every Muse and every GraceIn solemn state shall ever ...
On Exodus iii. 14. "I am that I am."Man! foolish man!Scarce know'st thou how thyself began,Scarce hadst thou thought enough ...
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 ...
What charms you have, from what high race you sprung,Have been the pleasing subjects of my song:Unskill'd and young, yet ...
Dear Dick, how e'er it comes into his head, Believes, as firmly as he does his creed, That you and I, sir, ...
Once I was unconfined and free,Would I had been so still!Enjoying sweetest liberty,And roving at my will.But now, not master ...
Heavy, O Lord, on my thy judgements lie;Accursed I am while God rejects my cry.O'erwhelm'd in darkness and despair I ...
Here reading how fond Adam was betray'd,And how by sin Eve's blasted charms decay'd,Our common loss unjustly you complain,So small ...
Phillis, since we have both been kind,And of each other had our fill,Tell me what pleasure you can findIn forcing ...
If wine and music have the powerTo ease the sickness of the soul,Let Phoebis every string explore,And Bacchus fill the ...
While cruel Nero only drainsThe moral Spaniard's ebbing veins,By study worn, and slack with age,How dull, how thoughtless is his ...
Prometheus, forming Mr. Day,Carved something like a man in clay:The mortal's work might well miscarry;He that does heaven and earth ...
Releas'd from the noise of the butcher and baker Who, my old friends be thanked, did seldom forsake her, And ...
Dear Dick, how e'er it comes into his head, Believes, as firmly as he ...
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