Miscellanies, in Prose and Verse: Consisting of Essays, Abstracts, Original Poems, Letters, Tales, Translations, Panegyricks, Epigrams, and EpitaphsE. Farley, 1762 - 152 Seiten |
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Seite 60 - For, gorg'd with flesh, and drunk with human wine While fast asleep the giant lay supine, Snoring aloud, and belching from his maw His indigested foam, and morsels raw; We pray; we cast the lots, and then surround...
Seite 59 - The cave, tho' large, was dark; the dismal floor Was pav'd with mangled limbs and putrid gore. Our monstrous host, of more than human size, Erects his head, and stares within the skies; Bellowing his voice, and horrid is his hue. Ye gods, remove this plague from mortal view! The joints of slaughter'd wretches are his food; And for his wine he quaffs the streaming blood.
Seite 152 - ... betray no more. Might I but once again behold thy charms, Might I but breathe my laft in thofe dear arms, On that lov'd face but fix my clofing eye, Permitted where I might not live to die, My foften'd fate I would accufe no more ; But fate has no fuch happinefs in ftore.
Seite 151 - My joys and grief, my tranfports and defpair. Why doft thou mock the ties of conftant love ? But half its joys the faithlefs ever prove, They only tafte the pleafures they receive, When fure the nobleft is in thofe we give. Acceptance is the heav'n which mortals know, But 'tis the blifs of angels to beftow. Oh ! emulate, my love, that tafk divine, Be thou that angel, and that heav'n be mine. Yet, yet relent, yet intercept my fate : Alas ! I rave, and fue for new deceit. As foon the dead mail from...
Seite 59 - The joints of flaughter'd wretches are his food : And for his wine he quaffs the ftreaming blood. Thefe eyes beheld, when with his fpacious hand He feiz'd two captives of our Grecian band...
Seite 38 - These are the realms of unrelenting fate; And awful Rhadamanthus rules the state. He hears and judges each committed crime; Enquires into the manner, place, and time. The conscious wretch must all his acts reveal, (Loth to confess, unable to conceal), From the first moment of his vital breath, To his last hour of unrepenting death.
Seite 146 - We love to plead, tho' hopelefs of redrefs. Perhaps, affefting ignorance, thou'lt fay, From whence thefe lines ? whofe meflage to convey ? Mock not my grief with that feign'd cold demand, Too well you know the haplefs writer's hand : But if you force me to avow my fhame, Behold it prefac'd with Monimia's name.
Seite 60 - Your cables cut, and on your oars rely! Such, and so vast as Polypheme appears, A hundred more this hated island bears: Like him, in caves they shut their woolly sheep; Like him, their herds on tops of mountains keep ; Like him, with mighty strides, they stalk from steep to steep...
Seite 92 - And Pharaoh took off his ring from his hand, and put it upon Joseph's hand, and arrayed him in vestures of fine linen, and put a gold chain about his neck; And he made him to ride in the second chariot which he had ; and they cried before him, Bow the knee : and he made him ruler over all the land of Egypt.
Seite 147 - One moment fure may be at leaft her due, Who facrific'd her all of life for you. Without a frown this farewel then receive, For 'tis the laft my haplefs love...