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Stay, Phoebus! stay! The world to which you fly so fast… Conveying day From us to them, can pay your hast… With no such object, not salute yo…
What fruits they have, and how hea… Upon those late-discovered isles. Aid me, Bellona, while the dreadf… Betwixt a nation and two whales I… Seas stained with gore I sing, ad…
Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and… That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be…
[To my Lord Protector, of the Pr… While with a strong and yet a gent… You bridle faction, and our hearts… Protect us from ourselves, and fro… Make us unite, and make us conquer…
When we for age could neither read… The subject made us able to indite… The soul, with nobler resolutions… The body stooping, does herself er… No mortal parts are requisite to r…
Phyllis! why should we delay Pleasures shorter than the day? Can we (which we never can) Stretch our lives beyond their spa… Beauty like a shadow flies,
The rising sun complies with our w… First gilds the clouds, then shows… At such a distance from our eyes,… He knew what harm his hasty beams… But your full majesty at once brea…
[Upon His Majesty’s Happy Return… The rising sun complies with our w… First gilds the clouds, then shows… At such a distance from our eyes,… He knew what harm his hasty beams…
[And Death of His Highness Ensui… We must resign! Heaven his great… In storms, as loud as his immortal… His dying groans, his last breath,… And trees uncut fall for his funer…
It is not that I love you less Than when before your feet I lay, But to prevent the sad increase Of hopeless love, I keep away. In vain (alas!) for everything
While I listen to thy voice, Chloris, I feel my life decay; That powerful noise Calls my flitting soul away. Oh! suppress that magic sound,
Venus her myrtle, Phoebus has her… Tea both excels, which she vouchsa… The best of Queens, and best of h… To that bold nation, which the way… To the fair region where the sun d…
Tell me, lovely, loving pair! Why so kind, and so severe? Why so careless of our care, Only to yourselves so dear? By this cunning change of hearts,
Where’er thy navy spreads her canv… Homage to thee, and peace to all,… The French and Spaniard, when thy… Forget their hatred, and consent t… So Jove from Ida did both hosts s…
