Miscellany Poems; Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems

Miscellany Poems; Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1716 edition. Excerpt: ...possess, she cry'd; there paus'd with Shame, Not harden'd yet enough, to add a Father's Name. Now the six'd Time, for Ceres Feasts was near, Observ'd by Cyprian Matrons once a Year: All in their whire and sporless Garmenrs drcst; Such as denored Innocence the best. Deny'd, the space of these mysterious Rires, The Touch of Man, nine ivhole revolving Nighrs. The Queen, in Person, does the Pomp adorn, AU off'ring grateful Gifrs of early Corn. Thus, from his Bed, his beaureous Partner gone, The Widow'd King possess'd it all alone. _ The Nurse, too diligent in 111, would miss No Opportuniry, that ierv'd like this. She went, and found, to favour her Design, The vigorous Prince already warm with Wine; Then rells him of a Maid with wondrous Charms A Mistress, worthy of a Monarch's Arms. Her Face, and Form, with MytrhiCi she compares. In Beaury equal, and of equal Years. The King new Passion from, her Praises caught, And, all intlam'd, commands her to be brought, . Swift, with the dreadful Message she rerurn'd, Andfoundthelovely Nymph, where still she mourn'd. Rejoice, Hie cry'd, th'approaching Night shall crown AU your Desires, the Conquest is your own. No real Joys on her Success atrend, Of which her Soul prefag'd some disinal End; Her lab'ring Heart withi dirt'rent Morions beat; Now Fear, now Joy, ufurp'd the Sov'raign Seat, And, long conrending, made the Tumult great. All Doubrs, at length, resistless Love destroys, And left a faral Room for impious Joys. The Day was fled, and no bright Tracks remain'd, But, thro' whole Nature, Night and Silence reign'd. On goes the desp'rare Virgin, to pursue. A Crime too foul, for Heav'n's chast Eyes to view. The Silver Moon, averse to such a Sight, . Fled from her datken'd Orb, no Streak of Light, No glimm'ring...show more

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  • Paperback | 122 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 7mm | 231g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236631463
  • 9781236631466