#EnglishWriters
FLAVIA. THE wretched FLAVIA on her cou… Thus breath’d the anguish of a wou… A glass revers’d in her right hand… For now she shun’d the face she so…
The Doctor in a clean starch’d ba… His Golden Snuff box in his hand, With care his Di’mond Ring displa… And Artfull shews its various Ray… While Grave he stalks down——Stree…
L’Homme qui ne se trouve point… The man who feels the dear disease… Forgets himself, neglects to pleas… The crowd avoids, and seeks the gr… And much he thinks when much he lo…
Where I enjoy in contemplative ch… Lutes, laurels, seas of milk, and… Through shining crowds you now mak… With sideling bow and golden key; While wrapped in spleen and easy-c…
How happy is the harden’d heart, Where interest is the only view! Can sigh and meet, or smile and pa… Nor pleas’d, nor griev’d, nor fals… Yet, have they truly peace of mind…
Ungodly papers ev’ry week Poor simple souls persuade That courtiers good for nothing ar… Or but for mischief made. But I who know their worthy heart…
Read, lovely nymph, and tremble no… I have no more to wish, nor you to… I ask not life, for life to me wer… And death a refuge from severer pa… My only hope in these last lines…
This happy pair a certain bliss mi… Confin’d to constancy and mutual l… Heaven to one object limited their… The only safety faithless Nature… God saw the wand’ring appetite wou…
To all you ladies now at Bath, And eke, ye beaux, to you, With aching heart, and wat’ry eyes… I bid my last adieu. Farewell ye nymphs, who waters sip
SILLIANDER and PATCH. THOU so many favours hast receiv… Wondrous to tell, and hard to be b… Oh! H——D, to my lays attention le… Hear how two lovers boastingly con…
ROXANA from the court retiring… Sigh’d her soft sorrows at St. J… Such heavy thoughts lay brooding i… Not her own chairmen |w^th^| more… They groan the cruel load they’re…
Between your sheets you soundly sl… Nor dreams of vigils that we lover… While all the night, I waking sig… The tender sound does every nerve… Imagination shows me all your char…
Quis multa gracilis te puer in… For whom are now your airs put on, And what new beauty’s doom’d to be… That careless elegance of dress, This essence that perfumes the win…
Written at Twelve Years of Ag… Are love and pow’r incapable to me… And must they all be wretched who… Enslav’d by titles, and by forms c… For wretched victims to the state…
LYDIA. Now twenty springs had cloth’d the… Since Lydia knew the blossom of f… No lovers now her morning hours mo… And catch her at her toilet half u…