The first (-sixth) part of Miscellany poems, publ. by Mr. Dryden, Часть 11716 |
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... World , and Vice fortunate . So that ' tis hope of Fu- turity alone , that makes this Life to- lerable , in expectation of a better . Who wou'd not commit all the Ex- ceffes to which he is prompted by his natural Inclinations PREFACE . xix.
... World , and Vice fortunate . So that ' tis hope of Fu- turity alone , that makes this Life to- lerable , in expectation of a better . Who wou'd not commit all the Ex- ceffes to which he is prompted by his natural Inclinations PREFACE . xix.
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... World . If I have been any where obfcure , in following our common Author , or if Lucretius himfelf is to be con- demn'd , I refer my felf to his ex- cellent Annotations , which I have often read , and always with fome new Pleasure . My ...
... World . If I have been any where obfcure , in following our common Author , or if Lucretius himfelf is to be con- demn'd , I refer my felf to his ex- cellent Annotations , which I have often read , and always with fome new Pleasure . My ...
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... Worlds of Mifers from his pen fhould flow ; Humorists and Hypocrites it fhould produce , Whole Raymond Families , and Tribes of Bruce . Now Empress Fame had publifht the renown Of Sh's Coronation through the Town . Rows'd by report of ...
... Worlds of Mifers from his pen fhould flow ; Humorists and Hypocrites it fhould produce , Whole Raymond Families , and Tribes of Bruce . Now Empress Fame had publifht the renown Of Sh's Coronation through the Town . Rows'd by report of ...
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... World . For there's a fweet- nefs in good Verfe , which Tickles even while it Hurts : And no Man can be heartily angry with him , whos pleases him against his will . The Commendation of : Adverfaries , is the greatest Triumph of a ...
... World . For there's a fweet- nefs in good Verfe , which Tickles even while it Hurts : And no Man can be heartily angry with him , whos pleases him against his will . The Commendation of : Adverfaries , is the greatest Triumph of a ...
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... World would be , but wants the Art ; To whom ev'n the Phanaticks Altars raife , Bow in their own despite , and grin your Praise . As if a Milton from the Dead arofe , } Fil'd off the Ruft , and the right Party chose . Nor , Sir , be ...
... World would be , but wants the Art ; To whom ev'n the Phanaticks Altars raife , Bow in their own despite , and grin your Praise . As if a Milton from the Dead arofe , } Fil'd off the Ruft , and the right Party chose . Nor , Sir , be ...
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Стр. 148 - Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp and feast and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry, — Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Стр. 147 - Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
Стр. 145 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Стр. 148 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Стр. 34 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Стр. 148 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Стр. 152 - While rocking winds are piping loud, Or ushered with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the sun begins to fling...
Стр. 167 - Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Стр. 164 - And question'd every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory : They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon...
Стр. 162 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude ; And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead...