Protestant Popery: Or, The Convocation – Canto III (Nicholas Amhurst Poems)
Meanwhile at the declining Noon of Night,When gentle Sleep had veil'd each Mortal's Sight;With balmy Dews the smiling Pastures weep,Torrents ...
Meanwhile at the declining Noon of Night,When gentle Sleep had veil'd each Mortal's Sight;With balmy Dews the smiling Pastures weep,Torrents ...
Whither, oh! whither must the Christian turn?From whom in this momentous Crisis learn?When shall the Church from worldly Pomps be ...
Whilst on thy Golden Locks I gaze,And what I like sincerely praise,Coldly you turn your Head away,And tax with Flattery ...
While Strephon's Verse, with honest Rage reprovesFat Caelia's Pride, and Tyrrel's guilty Loves:Caelia confronted, haughty Airs forgets,And loaded with her ...
Hail, O Belinda, flatter'd Fair,With brazen Front, and colour'd Hair;With no small Prominence of Chin,A doubtful Fame, a borrow'd Skin,Whose ...
Belinda swears by G---d her Hair is Black,And who denies it is a saucy Jack;The leaden Comb each Morning makes ...
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