The muse in a moral humour: being a collection of tales, fables, pastorals, &c. by several handsFrancis Noble; John Noble, 1757 |
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... these uncertain Cenfures made , Against the Stars he thus exclaiming said : The Planets fure fome noxious Pow'r dif- play , And rule my Life with arbitrary Sway ; Elfe had I ne'er forfook my native Home , Nor in this baleful Desert met ...
... these uncertain Cenfures made , Against the Stars he thus exclaiming said : The Planets fure fome noxious Pow'r dif- play , And rule my Life with arbitrary Sway ; Elfe had I ne'er forfook my native Home , Nor in this baleful Desert met ...
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... these : Witness , ye Gods , and all ye Blefs'd above , ( For ye can witness beft how well I love ) If e'er among our blooming Nymphs , I knew Such Pleasures , as my Soul receives from you ! O dear Amanda ! could I but , with thee , Once ...
... these : Witness , ye Gods , and all ye Blefs'd above , ( For ye can witness beft how well I love ) If e'er among our blooming Nymphs , I knew Such Pleasures , as my Soul receives from you ! O dear Amanda ! could I but , with thee , Once ...
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... These are the frowning Tyrants in thy Dream , That chas'd the Slaves , and we their flying Game . Some Part , faid fhe , refembled this , I own ; And fome remains a Riddle yet unknown : What meant that God , which ftill , methinks , I ...
... These are the frowning Tyrants in thy Dream , That chas'd the Slaves , and we their flying Game . Some Part , faid fhe , refembled this , I own ; And fome remains a Riddle yet unknown : What meant that God , which ftill , methinks , I ...
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... these gloomy Woods my Sin con- ceal , " Or in my Bofom quench this fiery Hell's " Here would I pine my wretched Life away , " Or to the hungry Savage fall a Prey- " But can the gloomy Woods conceal my Sin ? " Or cooling Shadows quench ...
... these gloomy Woods my Sin con- ceal , " Or in my Bofom quench this fiery Hell's " Here would I pine my wretched Life away , " Or to the hungry Savage fall a Prey- " But can the gloomy Woods conceal my Sin ? " Or cooling Shadows quench ...
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... these Symptoms , does not love . Is to One Woman all your Heart inclin'd ? And can fhe only charm your conftant Mind ? For her do all your Morning Wishes rise ? Does the at Night of Slumber rob your Eyes ? Mufing on her , does fhe alone ...
... these Symptoms , does not love . Is to One Woman all your Heart inclin'd ? And can fhe only charm your conftant Mind ? For her do all your Morning Wishes rise ? Does the at Night of Slumber rob your Eyes ? Mufing on her , does fhe alone ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Agathocles Avaro Beauty beſt blefs'd bleft Blifs Bliſs bluſhing Breaſt Cauſe Charms Cingetorix Columbo cou'd crown'd cry'd Curfe Cydippe Dæmons Dame dead dear Deſpair dy'd e'er Ev'ning ev'ry Eyes facred fafely faid Fair Fame Fate Fear feem'd fhall fhun figh filent firft firſt fix'd Flame Foes foft fome foon Friend ftill fuch fure gen'rous Grief Grove Guife Heart Heav'n hence a real himſelf Joys juſt laſt leaſt lefs loft lov'd Love Lover Maid moſt mournful muſt ne'er Nymph o'er Oroonoko Pain pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r Pray'r Prince real Paffion Reft reply'd rife ſaid Shade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould Sire Snaith Soul ſpread ſtand ſtay STEPHEN DUCK ſtill ſtood ſweet Tafte Tale Tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou Thought thouſand thro trembling twas Virgin Train Virtue Vows wand'ring Whofe Whoſe Wind Wiſh wou'd Wretch Youth Zara
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Página 125 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Página 128 - The phantom flies me, as unkind as you. . I call aloud; it hears not what I say: I stretch my empty arms; it glides away. To dream once more I close my willing eyes; Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise! Alas, no more! methinks we wand'ring go Thro...
Página 42 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Página 48 - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
Página 120 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join. Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this power away; And is my Abelard less kind than they?
Página 129 - When from the censer clouds of fragrance roll, And swelling organs lift the rising soul, One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight: In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd, While altars blaze, and angels tremble round.
Página 46 - Slow creaking turns the door with jealous care, And half he welcomes in the shivering pair...
Página 44 - The pair arrive : the liveried servants wait; Their lord receives them at the pompous gate. The table groans with costly piles of food, And all is more than hospitably good. Then led to rest, the day's long toil they drown, Deep sunk in sleep, and silk, and heaps of down. At length 'tis morn, and at the dawn of day, Along the...
Página 49 - His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet ; Fair rounds of radiant points...
Página 52 - Conscious of wanting worth, he views the bowl, And feels compassion touch his grateful soul. Thus artists melt the sullen ore of lead, With heaping coals of fire upon its head; In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And, loose from dross, the silver runs below. * Long had our pious friend in virtue trod, But now the child half-wean'd his heart from God ; (Child of his age) for him he liv'd in pain, And measur'd back his steps to earth again. To what excesses had his dotage run ! But God, to...