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 ...
How long, deluded Albion, wilt thou lieIn the lethargic sleep, the sad reposeBy which thy close thy constant enemyHas softly ...
Sir,As once a twelvemonth to the priest,Holy at Rome, here Antichrist,The Spanish king presents a jennetTo show his love, -- ...
In Virgil's Sacred Verse we find,That Passion can depress or raiseThe Heav'nly, as the Human Mind:Who dare deny what Virgil ...
It always has been a thought discreetTo know the company you meet;And sure there may be secret dangerIn talking much ...
Forgive the muse who, in unhallow'd strains,The saint one moment from his God detains;For sure whate'er you do, where'er you ...
What charms you have, from what high race you sprung,Have been the pleasing subjects of my song:Unskill'd and young, yet ...
Once on a time, in sunshine weather,Falsehood and Truth walk'd out together,The neighbouring woods and lawns to view,As opposites will ...
Will Piggot must to Coxwould go,To live, alas! in want,Unless Sir Thomas say, No, no,Th' allowance is too scant.The gracious ...
Sly Merry Andrew, the last Southwark fair;(At Bartholomew he did not much appear,So peevish was the dict of the Mayor)At ...
The pride of every grove I chose,The violet sweet and lily fair,The dappled pink and blushing rose,To deck my charming ...
Alexis shun'd his Fellow Swains,Their rural Sports, and jocund Strains:(Heav'n guard us all from Cupid's Bow!)He lost his Crook, He ...
As Cloe came into the Room t'other Day,I peevish began; Where so long cou'd You stay?In your Life-time You never ...
Frank carves very ill, yet will palm all the meats;He eats more than six, and drinks more than he eats.Four ...
As after noon, one summer's day, Venus stood bathing in a river; Cupid a-shooting went that way, New strung his ...
Dear Chloe, how blubber'd is that pretty face; Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurl'd: Prythee quit ...
Dear Chloe, how blubbered is that pretty face; Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurled! Prithee quit ...
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