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 ...
While You, dread Sir, whom partial Heav'n denies,The fruitful Vineyard and Cis--Alpine Skies,O'er frozen Heights and chilling Desarts stray,Far from ...
The Worldling Churchman, raging with Defeat,Renews his Hate, and burns with double Heat.Tho' foil'd in Synod, he laments the DayThat ...
In the dark Backward of six thousand Years,(So Moses writes and all our Christian Seers)The World, a rude, unfashion'd Embryo ...
Oft hast thou told me, Dick, in friendly Part.That the Usurper Love has seiz'd thy Heart;But thou art young, and, ...
The Patten, Fan, and Petticoat,Three modern Themes of special Note,In parlous Rhimes immortal live,If Rhimes immortal Life can give;The Mouse--Trap ...
Whither, oh! whither must the Christian turn?From whom in this momentous Crisis learn?When shall the Church from worldly Pomps be ...
A Priestly--War I sing, and bloodless Field,And pious Chiefs, in Paper Warfare skill'd;Chiefs, that full oft have quarrell'd for their ...
Whence does this sudden, fatal Change proceed?For lo! Despair on ev'ry Brow I read,All shake their mournful Heads and pensive ...
I. Oh ponder well! do not me blameOh ponder well! do not me blameFor Follies that are past,If e'er I'm guilty ...
Condemn not, Madam, as I write in Haste,My Thoughts confus'd, or any Word misplac'd.Of cens'ring Tongues I scorn the little ...
When real Blessings are to Men deny'd,With airy Hopes they gratify their Pride;To every Wretch this Privilege extends,However void of ...
Whilst on thy Golden Locks I gaze,And what I like sincerely praise,Coldly you turn your Head away,And tax with Flattery ...
Farewell! ye Nymphs, who range the humble Plains;Henceforth a nobler Subject swells my Strains;Aid all ye Muses; all your Strength ...
Prithee, dear Nick, thy wicked Life amend,And take the Counsel of thy nearest Friend:No more, presumptuous Boy, with impious airs,Prefer ...
Sir Fopling, crost in Love and stript at Play,Pensive and grumbling on his Pillow lay;How vain says he, are all ...
At length, Catullus, give thy Follies o'er,Nor vainly wish lost Pleasures to restore;Thou hast indeed been blest with golden Days,And ...
In the County of Norfolk, that Paradise Land,Whose Riches and Power doth all Europe command,There stands a great House (and ...
In vain, my gentle Charmer, you inquireHow many thousand Kisses I desire;Say first, how many Sands the Shores contain,And Drop ...
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