When wise Ulysses, from his nativ… Long kept by wars, and long by tem… Arrived at last, poor, old, disgui… To all his friends, and ev’n his… Changed as he was, with age, and t…
Cardelia. The Basset—Table spread, the Tal… Why stays Smilinda in the Dressin… Rise, pensive Nymph, the Tallier… Smilinda.
Fain would my Muse the flow’ry Tr… And humble glories of the youthful… Where opening Roses breathing swe… And soft Carnations show’r their… Where Lilies smile in virgin robe…
The fair Pomona flourish’d in his… Of all the Virgins of the sylvan… None taught the trees a nobler rac… Or more improv’d the vegetable car… To her the shady grove, the flow’r…
Heav’n from all creatures hides th… All but the page prescrib’d, their… From brutes what men, from men wha… Or who could suffer being here bel… The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed t…
Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose field…
Of all the causes which conspire t… Man’s erring judgment, and misguid… What the weak head with strongest… Is pride, the never—failing vice o… Whatever Nature has in worth deni…
Father of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! Thou Great First Cause, least un…
With scornful mien, and various to… Fantastic vain, and insolently fai… Grandeur intoxicates her giddy bra… She looks ambition, and she moves… Far other carriage grac’d her virg…
Lycidas. Thyrsis, the music of that murm’ri… Is not so mournful as the strains… Nor rivers winding thro’ the vales… So sweetly warble, or so smoothly…
While you, great patron of mankind… The balanc’d world, and open all t… Your country, chief, in arms abroa… At home, with morals, arts, and la… How shall the Muse, from such a m…
With no poetic ardour fir’d I press the bed where Wilmot lay; That here he lov’d, or here expir’… Begets no numbers grave or gay. Beneath thy roof, Argyle, are bre…
First in these fields I try the s… Nor blush to sport on Windsor’s b… Fair Thames, flow gently from thy… While on thy banks Sicilian Muses… Let vernal airs tho’ trembling osi…
In vain you boast poetic names of… And cite those Sapphos we admire… Fate doomed the fall of every fema… But doomed it then, when first Ar… Of all examples by the world confe…
She said, and for her lost Calant… When the fair Consort of her son… 'Since you a servant’s ravish’d fo… And kindly sigh for sorrows not yo… Let me (if tears and grief permit)…
