#Augustan
'Tis strange, the miser should his… To gain those riches he can ne’er… Is it less strange, the prodigal s… His wealth to purchase what he ne’… Not for himself he sees, or hears,…
Learn then what morals critics oug… For 'tis but half a judge’s task,… ‘Tis not enough, taste, judgment,… In all you speak, let truth and ca… That not alone what to your sense…
What beck’ning ghost, along the mo… Invites my steps, and points to yo… 'Tis she!—but why that bleeding bo… Why dimly gleams the visionary swo… Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly!…
In these deep solitudes and awful… Where heav’nly-pensive contemplati… And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in a vestal… Why rove my thoughts beyond this l…
When simple Macer, now of high re… First fought a Poet’s Fortune in… 'Twas all th’ Ambition his high s… To wear red stockings, and to dine… Some Ends of verse his Betters mi…
See what delights in sylvan scenes… Descending Gods have found Elysiu… In woods bright Venus with Adonis… And chaste Diana haunts the fores… Come lovely nymph, and bless the s…
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…
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of… Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal… Of darkness visible so much be len… As half to show, half veil, the de… Ye pow’rs! whose mysteries restor’…
High on a gorgeous seat, that far… Henley’s gilt tub, or Flecknoe’s… Or that where on her Curlls the p… All—bounteous, fragrant grains and… Great Cibber sate: the proud Parn…
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…
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…
Parson, these things in thy posses… Are better than the Bishop’s bles… A Wife that makes conserves; a St… That carries double when there’s n… October store, and best Virginia,
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…
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…
What dire offence from am’rous cau… What mighty contests rise from tri… I sing—This verse to Caryl, Muse… This, ev’n Belinda may vouchsafe… Slight is the subject, but not so…
