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WHen first Alexis did in Verse d… His Muse in Low, but Graceful Nu… And now and then a little Proudly… But never aim’d at any noble Flig… The Herds, the Groves, the gentle…
As those who pass the Alps do say… The Rocks which first oppose thei… And so amazing-High do show, By fresh Ascents appear but low, And when they come unto the last,
I Sing the Man that never Equal… Whose Mighty Arms all Asia did s… Whose Conquests through the spaci… That City-Raser, King-destroying… Who o’re the Warlike Macedons did…
OF all the Poisons that the fruit… E’er yet brought forth, or Monste… Nought to Mankind has e’er so fat… As thou, accursed Gold, their Car… Methinks I the Advent’rous Merch…
When I am Dead, few Friends atte… And for a Monument, I leave my…
Dissolved by EUDORA. Not that thy Fair Hand Should lead me from my deep Dispa… Or thy Love, Cloris, End my Care… And back my Steps command:
Under the Name of ALINDA. A SONG. Th’ ambitious Eye that seeks alon… Where Beauties Wonders most are s… Of all that bounteous Heaven disp…
The Sun’s my Fire, when it does s… The hollow Spring’s my Cave of W… The Rocks and Woods afford me Me… This Lamb and I on one Dish eat: The neighbouring Herds my Garment…
Under the Discipline of an Excell… How comes the Day orecast? the Fl… Darkn’d at Noon, as if his Course… He never rose more proud, more gla… Ne’re courted Daphne with a brigh…
On an ATHEIST. Posthumus boasts he does not Thun… And for this cause would Innocent… That in his Soul no Terrour he do… At threatn’d Vultures, or Ixion’s…
Behold, dear Mother, who was late… Disarm’d and Harmless, I present… The Tongue ty’d up, that made all… And which so often did our Greatn… No Terror sits upon his Awful Br…
Seest thou younder craggy Rock, Whose Head o’er-looks the swellin… Where never Shepherd fed his Floc… Or careful Peasant sow’d his Grai… No wholesome Herb grows on the sa…
Return my dearest Lord, at length… Let me no longer your sad absence… Ilium in Dust, does no more Work… No more Employment for your Wit o… Why did not the fore-seeing Gods…
While yet it was the Empire of th… And Stars still check’r’d Darknes… From Temples round the cheerful B… But with the Peales a churlish St… I slumbr’d; and the Heavens like…
In Answer to his Complemental Ve… Long my dull Muse in heavy slumbe… Indulging Sloth, and to soft Ease… Her Fill of Rest resolving to enj… Or fancying little worthy her empl…