The Muse's Mirror: Being a Collection of Poems ...J. Debrett, 1783 |
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... must fall To fomething or another ; For madam fcolds , and fiies about , Now up , now down , now in , now out , Dabbing thro ' wet and fmother . This curfed time all comfort flies , At fix fhe ftarts , come Ned , come rife , And get the ...
... must fall To fomething or another ; For madam fcolds , and fiies about , Now up , now down , now in , now out , Dabbing thro ' wet and fmother . This curfed time all comfort flies , At fix fhe ftarts , come Ned , come rife , And get the ...
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... must be rins'd o'er . Then ten - fold comes the peal on me , You afs , to be ten years at sea , See , fee the linnen do ! - I sneak away , to have a smile , Snug , while I hear her all the while . Calling me black and blue . From fuch ...
... must be rins'd o'er . Then ten - fold comes the peal on me , You afs , to be ten years at sea , See , fee the linnen do ! - I sneak away , to have a smile , Snug , while I hear her all the while . Calling me black and blue . From fuch ...
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... must confefs , all dirt , And truly love a well - wafh'd shirt , Yet once a - month this reek , Is more than any one can bear ; But him I hate - pray make his share A washing every week . ALBA NY . A Monody to the memory of a virtuous ...
... must confefs , all dirt , And truly love a well - wafh'd shirt , Yet once a - month this reek , Is more than any one can bear ; But him I hate - pray make his share A washing every week . ALBA NY . A Monody to the memory of a virtuous ...
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... must cease to be ; When fickness comes , to whom I fly , To foothe my pain and close my eye ; When cares furround me , where I weep , Or lofe them all in balmy sleep ; When When fore with labour , whom I court , And THE MUSE'S MIRROUR . 29.
... must cease to be ; When fickness comes , to whom I fly , To foothe my pain and close my eye ; When cares furround me , where I weep , Or lofe them all in balmy sleep ; When When fore with labour , whom I court , And THE MUSE'S MIRROUR . 29.
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... must spread all your canvas , and catch the fresh gale ; But if brifk blows the wind , and there comes a rough fea " Then lower your topfails , and fcud under lee . Then lover , & c . If hufbands , you hope to live peaceable lives ...
... must spread all your canvas , and catch the fresh gale ; But if brifk blows the wind , and there comes a rough fea " Then lower your topfails , and fcud under lee . Then lover , & c . If hufbands , you hope to live peaceable lives ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
beauty blefs bleft blifs bluſh boaſt bofom breaſt cauſe charms dear death defire Delia's dreft e'er eaſe EDMUND WALLER Epiftle EPIGRAM erft ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate feem feem'd fenfe fhall fhine fhould figh fince fing firft firſt fleep fmile foft fome fong foon forrow foul friendſhip ftill ftrain fuch fung fure fwear fweet goddeſs grace Guife heart Heav'n Hellidon honours juft Lady laft Laïs laſt loft lov'd lover lyre maid Mifs mind moſt Mount Ida mufe muft muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffion pain PERCIVAL STOCKDALE Platonic love pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride Pythias raiſe reft rife rofe ſcene ſhall ſhe ſmile ſpeak ſpread ſtate ſtill ſweet tear thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thro Twas verfe virgin band virtue Whilft whofe Whoſe wife wiſh youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 35 - To form that harmony of soul and face, Where beauty shines the mirror of the mind. Such was the Maid, that in the morn of youth, In virgin innocence, in Nature's pride, Blest with each art that owes its charm to truth, Sunk in her Father's fond embrace, and died. He weeps...
Seite 217 - And thought my way was all through fairy ground, Beneath thy azure sky, and golden sun, Where first my Muse to lisp her notes begun! While pensive Memory traces back the round, Which fills the varied interval between ; Much pleasure, more of sorrow, marks the scene.
Seite 96 - Day; I hear the voice of trumpet and hautboy. No, now I see them near — oh, these are they Who come in crowds to welcome thee from Troy. Hail to the bard whom long as lost we mourn'd, From siege, from battle, and from storm return'd.
Seite 97 - Yea peers, and mighty dukes, with ribbands blue (True blue, fair emblem of unstained breast). Others I see, as noble, and more true, By no...
Seite 101 - All this, my friends, I owe to Homer's strain, On whose strong pinions I exalt my lay. What from contending cities did he gain ? 165 And what rewards his grateful country pay ? None, none were paid — why then all this for me ? These honours, Homer, had been just to thee.
Seite 38 - Gibbon shall teach me how to dress 'em In terms select and terse ; Jones teach me modesty and Greek ; Smith, how to think ; Burke, how to speak ; And Beauclerk to converse.
Seite 97 - What lady's that to whom he gently bends? Who knows not her? Ah, those are Wortley's eyes. How art thou honour'd, number 'd with her friends; For she distinguishes the good and wise.
Seite 38 - Dear knight of Plympton, teach me how To suffer, with unruffled brow, And smile serene, like thine ; The jest uncouth or truth severe, To such apply my deafest ear, And calmly drink my wine.
Seite 194 - Hail, sylvan wonders, hail ! and hail the hand, Whose native taste thy native charms display'd, And taught one little acre to command Each envied happiness of scene, and shade. Is there a hill, whose distant azure bounds The ample range of Scarsdale's proud domain, A mountain hoar, that yon...
Seite 243 - His lamp illumine, set his flames on fire. Yet still one bliss, one glory, I forbear, A darling friend whom near your heart you wear; That lovely youth, my lord, whom you must blame That I grow thus familiar with your name.