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arms bear beauty better boast breast bright charms Chloe church cries dear death divine e'er Epigram ev'ry eyes face fair fame fate fear fire fool give grace half hand happy head hear heart heav'n hold hope John keep kind kiss LADY less lies light live look Lord lost lover maid MARRIED mind morning nature ne'er never night nymph o'er once pain passion poet poor pride prove quoth rest rules seen shew shine skill soon soul sound strange sure sweet tail taste tell thee thine thing Thomas thou thou art thought told took true turn vain Venus verse virtue Whilst whore wife wise woman wonder wound wretch write WRITTEN YOUNG youth
Pasajes populares
Página 3 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the Sun goes round.
Página 118 - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
Página 14 - Yes, she has one, I must aver; When all the world conspires to praise her, The woman's deaf, and does not hear.
Página 54 - And yet the tender fool's in tears, When she believes I'll leave her : Would I were free from this restraint, Or else had hopes to win her : Would she could make of me a saint, Or I of her a sinner !" What a conquering air there is about these ! What an irresistible Mr.
Página 218 - As those we love decay, we die in part, String after string is sever'd from the heart ; Till loosen'd life at last — but breathing clay, Without one pang, is glad to fall away. Unhappy he who latest feels the blow, Whose eyes have wept o'er every friend laid low, Dragg'd lingering on from partial death to death, Till dying, all he can resign is breath.
Página 228 - See ! see, she wakes — Sabina wakes ! And now the sun begins to rise ? Less glorious is the morn, that breaks From his bright beams, than her fair eyes. With light united, day they give ; But different fates ere night fulfil : How many by his warmth will live ! How many will her coldness kill !
Página 13 - In vain, poor sable son of woe, Thou seek'st the tender tear ; From thee in vain with pangs they flow, For mercy dwells not here. From cannibals thou fled'st in vain ; Lawyers less quarter give ; The first won't eat you till you're slain, The last will do't alive.
Página 36 - FALSE though She be to me and Love; I'll ne'er pursue revenge! For still the Charmer I approve; Though I deplore her change! In hours of bliss, we oft have met; They could not always last! And though the present I regret; I'm grateful for the past!
Página 40 - I'll tell the signs by which you may The wandering shepherdess discover. " Coquet and coy at once her air, Both studied, though both seem neglected; Careless she is with artful care, Affecting to seem unaffected. " With skill her eyes dart every glance, Yet change so soon you'd ne'er suspect them ; For she'd persuade they wound by chance.
Página 227 - While Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive, No generous patron would a dinner give ; See him, when starved to death and turn'd to dust, Presented with a monumental bust. The poet's fate is here in emblem shown, He ask'd for bread, and he received a stone.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The British Martial: Or, An Anthology of English Epigrams: Being the Largest Collection Ever Published. With Some Originals, Volumen1 The British Martial: Or, An Anthology of English Epigrams: Being the Largest Collection Ever Published. With Some Originals |
| Editor | R. Phillips, 1806 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 4 Oct. 2006 |
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