The Poetical Works of the Right Honourable Lady M-y W-y M--eJ. Tonson, J. Hodges, J. Wren, and A. Millar, 1781 - 180 pages |
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ariſe beauties beauty's bleft bloom boaſt breaſt CARDELI CARDELIA charms cruel curs'd dear December 26 Defign'd defire deſpair deſpiſe dreft Eclogues ev'ry eyes face faid fair Falfe fame fate fatire fear fecret feems feen fenfe fhade fhall fhame fhew fhine fhort fhould fhun fide figh fince Fir'd fix'd fmile foft fome fond forrow foul fpring ftain ftate ftill fuch fure fwain fweet grief happineſs hate heart heav'n honour joys Lady laſt laugh loft loſt lovers Mary Wortley Montague muft muſt never nymph o'er paffion pafs pain parterre paſt PATCH penfive pleaſe pleaſure praife prefs'd pride purfu'd purfue purſue Queen QUEEN of SCOTS reafon reft rife RIGHT HONOURABLE ROXANA Sappho ſcorn ſhe ſhine ſhow SILLIANDER SMILIND ſtays tender thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou toilette trembling triumph unfeen uſeleſs vows whofe wifhes wind wretched youth
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Page 19 - No, I'm unhappy — you are in the right—— 'Tis you they favour, and 'tis me they flight. Yet I could tell, but that I hate to boaft, A club of ladies where 'tis me they toaft. PATCH. Toafting does feldom any favour prove ; Like us, they never toaft the thing they love. A certain duke one night my health begun ; With chearful pledges round the room it run, 'Till the young SYLVIA, prefs'd to drink it too, Started and vow'd...
Page 22 - tis not yet too dark ; In her all beauties of the fpring are feen, Her cheeks are rofy, and her mantle green. PATCH. See, TINTORETTA to the opera goes ! Hafte, or the crowd will not permit our bows ; In her the glory of the heav'ns we view, Her eyes are ftar-like, and her mantle blue.
Page 57 - And orerfeen the card he would have play'd. * The bold and haughty by fuccefs made vain, Aw'd by my eyes, have trembled to complain : The bafhful 'Squire touch'd by A.
Page 89 - Arthur's fate : Enough you give, nor ought I to complain ; "You pay my pangs, nor have I dy'd in vain.
Page 68 - Nor only justice vainly we demand, But even benefits can't rein thy hand; To this or that alike in vain we trust, Nor find thee less ungrateful than unjust.
Page 30 - Yet to preferve your heart (which ftill muft be, Falfe as it is, for ever dear to me) This fatal proof of love I would not give, Which you'd contemn the moment you receive. The wretched fhe, who yields to guilty joys, A man may pity, but he muft defpife.
Page 130 - No pedant, yet learned ; no rake-helly gay, Or laughing, because he has nothing to say ; To all my whole sex obliging and free, Yet never be fond of any but me ; In public preserve the decorum that's just, And shew in his eyes he is true to his trust.
Page 10 - I've sacrificed both modesty and ease; Left operas, and went to filthy plays : Double-entendres shock'd my tender ear; Yet even this, for thee, I choose to bear : In glowing youth, when nature bids be gay, And every joy of life before me lay; By honour prompted, and by pride restrain'd, The pleasures of the young my soul disdain'd : Sermons I sought, and with a mien severe, Censured my neighbours, and said daily prayer.
Page 69 - tis as fair to beat who cannot fight, As 'tis to libel those who cannot write. And if thou draw'st thy pen to aid the law, Others a cudgel, or a rod, may draw. If none with vengeance yet thy crimes pursue, Or give thy manifold affronts their due ; If limbs unbroken, skin without a stain, Unwhipt, unblanketed, unkick'd, unslain, That wretched little carcase you retain, The reason is, not that the world wants eyes, But thou'rt so mean, they see, and they despise...
Page 10 - Was it for this that I thefe rofes wear, " For this new-fet the jewels for my hair ? VOL. I. G "Ah! " Ah ! princefs ! with what zeal have I purfu'd ! " Almoft forgot the duty of a prude. " Thinking I never could attend too foon, " I've mifs'd my prayers, to get me drefs'd by noon.