The First Part of Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets: Together with Several Original Poems, 6. osa

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Jacob Tonson at Shakespear's Head over-against Katharine-Street in the Strand., 1716

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Page 14 - Philips to discover those in which no man can compare with him. First, That beautiful rusticity, of which I shall only produce two instances out of a hundred not yet quoted: O woful day! O day of woe! quoth he, And woful I, who live the day to see!
Page 362 - Tis his humility. And if they do want any thing, They need but whistle for their king, And he comes presently. But now, then, for these parts he must Be...
Page 111 - Then faid, my houfe is grown fo fine, Methinks, I ftill would call it mine : I'm old, and fain would live at eafe ; Make me the parfon, if you pleafe.
Page 112 - what's this you tell us ? I hope you don't believe me jealous ? But yet, methinks, I feel it true ; And really yours is budding too : — Nay — now I cannot stir my foot ; It feels as if 'twere taking root.
Page 361 - Another's head, but not his toes, His elbow and his thumb. But when that we had seen the rags We went to th' inn and took our nags, And so away did come.
Page 350 - Till the Bride and the Groom were a-bed. And what they did there, muft be Counfel to me, Becaufe they lay long the next Day : And I had hafte home : But I got a good Piece Of the Bride-Cake, and fo came away. Now out, alas, I had forgotten to tell ye, That marry'd they were with a Ring : And fo will Nan Knight, or be bury'da Maiden, And now let us pray for our King ; That He may get Children, and they may get To govern, and do...
Page 304 - Their courage dwells not in a troubled flood Of mounting spirits, and fermenting blood : Lodg'd in the soul, with virtue over-rul'd, Inflam'd by reason, and by reason cool'd, In hours of peace content to be unknown, And only in the field of battle shown : To souls like these, in mutual friendship join'd, Heaven dares intrust the cause of human kind.
Page 360 - That do return with half a nose They carried from hence. But I to Paris rode along, Much like John Dory in the song, Upon a holy- tide ; I on an ambling nag did jet (I trust he is not paid for yet), And spurred him on each side.
Page 189 - In the short moment of one transient blaze. On his new pinions to the Nile he bends, And to the gods his parent urn commends, To Egypt bearing, with majestic pride, The balmy nest, where first he liv'd and dy'd. Birds of all kinds admire th...
Page 139 - They tug, they fweat ; but neither gain, nor yield, One foot, one inch, of the contended field : Thus obftinate to death, they fight, they fall ;5i5 Nor thefe can keep, nor thofe can win the wall.

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