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 ...
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 ...
Sir,As once a twelvemonth to the priest,Holy at Rome, here Antichrist,The Spanish king presents a jennetTo show his love, -- ...
Tune — "Lady Isabella's Tragedy." or "The Stepmother's cruelty."Of Nero, tyrant, petty king,Who heretofore did reignIn famed Hibernia, I will ...
Dulce est desipere in loco.Some Folks are drunk, yet do not know it:So might not Bacchus give You Law?Was it ...
Beyond the fix'd and settl'd RulesOf Vice and Virtue in the Schools,Beyond the Letter of the Law,Which keeps our Men ...
Hans Carvel, impotent and old,Married a lass of London mould.Handsome? Enough; extremely gay;Loved music, company, and play:High flights she had, ...
What can I say? What Arguments can proveMy Truth? What Colors can describe my Love?If it's Excess and Fury be ...
It always has been a thought discreetTo know the company you meet;And sure there may be secret dangerIn talking much ...
Miss Danae, when Fair and Young(As Horace has divinely sung)Could not be kept from Jove's EmbraceBy Doors of Steel, and ...
From publick Noise and factious Strife,From all the busie Ills of Life,Take me, My Celia, to Thy Breast;And lull my ...
Once on a time, in sunshine weather,Falsehood and Truth walk'd out together,The neighbouring woods and lawns to view,As opposites will ...
While blooming youth and gay delightSit on thy rosy cheeks confess'd,Thou hast, my dear, undoubted rightTo triumph o'er this destined ...
Will Piggot must to Coxwould go,To live, alas! in want,Unless Sir Thomas say, No, no,Th' allowance is too scant.The gracious ...
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 ...
Say, sire of insects, mighty Sol,(A fly upon the chariot-poleCries out) What blue-bottle aliveDid ever with such fury drive?Tell Beelzebub, ...
Yes, fairest Proof of Beauty's Pow'r,Dear Idol of My panting Heart,Nature points This my fatal Hour:And I have liv'd; and ...
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 ...
Releas'd from the noise of the butcher and baker Who, my old friends be thanked, did seldom forsake her, And ...
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