The First Part of Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets: Together with Several Original Poems. By the Most Eminent Hands. Publish'd by Mr. DrydenJacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... grown From pardon'd Rebels , Kinsmen to the Throne ; Were rais'd in Pow'r and Publick Office high : Strong Bands , if Bands ungrateful Men could tye . Of these the falfe Achitophel was firft : A Name to all fucceeding Ages curft . For ...
... grown From pardon'd Rebels , Kinsmen to the Throne ; Were rais'd in Pow'r and Publick Office high : Strong Bands , if Bands ungrateful Men could tye . Of these the falfe Achitophel was firft : A Name to all fucceeding Ages curft . For ...
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... grown weary to poffefs A lawful Fame , and lazy Happiness ; Difdain'd the Golden Fruit to gather free , And lent the Croud his Arm to shake the Tree . Now Now , manifest of Crimes , contriv❜d long fince , 24 ABSALOM and ACHITOPHEL .
... grown weary to poffefs A lawful Fame , and lazy Happiness ; Difdain'd the Golden Fruit to gather free , And lent the Croud his Arm to shake the Tree . Now Now , manifest of Crimes , contriv❜d long fince , 24 ABSALOM and ACHITOPHEL .
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... Grow Stale and Tarnish with our dayly fight . Believe me , Royal Youth , thy Fruit must be Or gather'd Ripe , or rot upon the Tree . Heav'n has to all allotted , foon or late , Some lucky Revolution of their Fate : Whofe Motions , if we ...
... Grow Stale and Tarnish with our dayly fight . Believe me , Royal Youth , thy Fruit must be Or gather'd Ripe , or rot upon the Tree . Heav'n has to all allotted , foon or late , Some lucky Revolution of their Fate : Whofe Motions , if we ...
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... grown in Bathsheba's Embraces old : Exalts his Enemies , his Friends deftroys : And all his pow'r against himself employs . He gives , and let him give my Right away : But why should he his own , and yours betray ? He only , he can make ...
... grown in Bathsheba's Embraces old : Exalts his Enemies , his Friends deftroys : And all his pow'r against himself employs . He gives , and let him give my Right away : But why should he his own , and yours betray ? He only , he can make ...
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... ring World is fubject to this Curfe , To Phyfick their Disease into a worse . Now what Relief can Righteous David bring ? How Fatal ' tis to be too good a King ! Friends he has few , fo high the madness grows 40 ABSALOM and ACHITOPHEL .
... ring World is fubject to this Curfe , To Phyfick their Disease into a worse . Now what Relief can Righteous David bring ? How Fatal ' tis to be too good a King ! Friends he has few , fo high the madness grows 40 ABSALOM and ACHITOPHEL .
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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. 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. 163 - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove afield, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
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. 6 - This is thy province, this thy wondrous way, New humours to invent for each new play : This is that boasted bias of thy mind, By which, one way, to dulness 'tis inclined: Which makes thy writings lean on one side still, And, in all changes, that way bends thy will.
Стр. 164 - What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore. The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Стр. 24 - Refuse his age the needful hours of rest ? Punish a body which he could not please ; Bankrupt of life, yet prodigal of ease ? And all to leave what with his toil he won, To that unfeather'd two-legg'd thing, a son ; Got while his soul did huddled notions try, And born a shapeless lump, like anarchy.
Стр. 24 - Oh ! had he been content to serve the crown With virtues only proper to the gown, Or had the rankness of the soil been freed From cockle that oppressed the noble seed, David for him his tuneful harp had strung And Heaven had wanted one immortal song.
Стр. 167 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.