A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies of vols. 5,6].

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Pàgina 268 - I've got it yet, And can produce it." " Pray, sir, do ; I'll lay my life the thing is blue." " And I'll be sworn, that when you've seen The reptile, you'll pronounce him green.
Pàgina 267 - cease your pother, The creature's neither one nor t'other. I caught the animal last night, And viewed it o'er by candle-light; I marked it well, 'twas black as jet — You stare — but, sirs, I've got it yet, And can produce it.
Pàgina 197 - In stewardship, regale the mind. Call back the Cupids to your eyes, I see the godlings with surprise. Not knowing home in such a plight, Fly to and' fro, afraid to light. — Far from my theme, from method far, Convey'd in Venus' flying car, I go compell'd by feather'd steeds, That scorn the rein, when Delia leads.
Pàgina 10 - Yet mall fuch bofoms claim a part In all that glads the human heart ; Yet thefe the fpirits, form'd to judge and prove All nature's charms immenfe, and heaven's unbounded [love.
Pàgina 103 - To print, or not to print — that is the question. Whether 'tis better in a trunk to bury The quirks and crotchets of outrageous fancy, Or send a well wrote copy to the press...
Pàgina 8 - His breaft to admiration prone Enjoys the fmile upon her face, Enjoys triumphant every grace, And finds her more his own.
Pàgina 22 - ' 'Tis Strephon, on the mountain's brow, Has won my right good will; To him I gave my plighted vow, With him I'll climb the hill.
Pàgina 33 - And wander'd forth alone ; To court once more the balmy breeze, And catch the verdure of the trees, Ere yet their charms were flown.
Pàgina 190 - Did beauteous Daphne's fcorn of proffer'd love Againft the fex his indignation move ? It rather made you his peculiar care, Convinc'd from thence, ye were as good as fair. As mortals who from duft...
Pàgina 370 - Life-giving Zephyrs breathe around, And inftant glows th' enamel'd ground With Nature's vary'd hues : Not fo returns our youth decay'd, Alas ! nor air, nor fun, nor fhadeThe fpring of life renews. VI. The fun's too quick-revolving beam Will foon diflblve the human dream, And bring th' appointed hour: Too late we catch his parting ray, And mourn the idly-wafted day No longer in our power.

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