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We are Diana’s Virgin-Train, Descended of no Mortal Strain; Our Bows and Arrows are our Good… Our Pallaces, the lofty Woods, The Hills and Dales, at early Mo…
1 In that so temperate Soil Arc… 1 For fertile Pasturage by Poet… 2 Stands a steep Hill, whose lo… 3 Casts o’er the neighbouring P… 4 Close at its mossie Foot an a…
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…
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…
FArewel ye Unsubstantial Joyes, Ye Gilded Nothings, Gaudy Toyes, Too long ye have my Soul misled, Too long with Aiery Diet fed: But now my Heart ye shall no more
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…
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,
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…
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…
[I.] Arise my Dove, from mid’st of Pot… Thy sully’d Habitation leave, To Dust no longer cleave, Unworthy they of Heaven, that wil…
Next Heaven my Vows to thee (O S… I offer’d up, nor didst thou them… O Queen of Verse, said I, if tho… And warm my Soul with thy Poetiqu… No Love of Gold shall share with…
Tell me thou safest End of all ou… Why wreched Mortals do avoid thee… Thou gentle drier o’th’ afflicteds… Thou noble ender of the Cowards F… Thou sweet Repose to Lovers sad d…
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…
Melibæus, Alcippe, Asteria, Lic… Melibæus. Welcome fair Nymphs, m… Distemp’ring Heats do now the Pla… But you may sit, from Sun securel… If you an old mans company not fea…
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…