#Augustan
I know the thing that’s most uncom… (Envy be silent and attend!) I know a Reasonable Woman, Handsome and witty, yet a Friend. Not warp’d by Passion, aw’d by Ru…
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…
In that soft season, when descendi… Call forth the greens, and wake th… When op’ning buds salute the welco… And earth relenting feels the geni… As balmy sleep had charm’d my care…
Vital spark of heav’nly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling’ring, flyi… O the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy str…
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…
Descend ye Nine! descend and sing… The breathing instruments inspire, Wake into voice each silent string… And sweep the sounding lyre! In a sadly—pleasing strain
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…
Resign’d to live, prepar’d to die, With not one sin, but poetry, This day Tom’s fair account has r… (Without a blot) to eighty—one. Kind Boyle, before his poet, lays
Cardelia. The Basset—Table spread, the Tal… Why stays Smilinda in the Dressin… Rise, pensive Nymph, the Tallier… Smilinda.
All hail, once pleasing, once insp… Scene of my youthful loves and hap… Where the kind Muses met me as I… And gently press’d my hand, and sa… Take all thou e’er shalt have, a c…
Shut, shut the door, good John! f… Tie up the knocker, say I’m sick,… The dog—star rages! nay 'tis past… All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let… Fire in each eye, and papers in ea…
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)…
So when Curll’s Stomach the stron… (Infus’d in Vengenance of insulte… Th’ Avenger sees, with a delighte… His long Jaws open, and his Colou… And while his Guts the keen Emeti…
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!…
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…
