Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Том 1Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... with more Industry than others court it ! How little do You affect what the Cry of the Populace wou'd make one believe You promoted fo much ! A Tumult * A 2 is is a Frenzy you neither like nor Encourage ; nor DEDICATION .
... with more Industry than others court it ! How little do You affect what the Cry of the Populace wou'd make one believe You promoted fo much ! A Tumult * A 2 is is a Frenzy you neither like nor Encourage ; nor DEDICATION .
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... Court . With what Satisfaction do you always leave the Diver- fions of the Town for the Soli- tude of Claremont , where Nature at one careless Stroak has sketcht an infinite Variety ; so pleasant is the Situation , and yet fo proud ...
... Court . With what Satisfaction do you always leave the Diver- fions of the Town for the Soli- tude of Claremont , where Nature at one careless Stroak has sketcht an infinite Variety ; so pleasant is the Situation , and yet fo proud ...
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... Courts . But Theocritus and Tao have taken theirs from Cottages and Plains . It was faid of Taffo , in relation to his Similitudes , Mai efce del Bofco ; that he never de- parted from the Woods , that is , all his Comparisons were taken ...
... Courts . But Theocritus and Tao have taken theirs from Cottages and Plains . It was faid of Taffo , in relation to his Similitudes , Mai efce del Bofco ; that he never de- parted from the Woods , that is , all his Comparisons were taken ...
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... Court in Cambridge . Written by Sp . 98 Mr. Duke . Floriana , a Paftoral upon the Death of her Grace the Dutchefs of Southampton . By P. 99 Mr. Duke . Tears of Amynta , for the Death of Damon p . 102 By Mr. Dryden . SP . The Praises of ...
... Court in Cambridge . Written by Sp . 98 Mr. Duke . Floriana , a Paftoral upon the Death of her Grace the Dutchefs of Southampton . By P. 99 Mr. Duke . Tears of Amynta , for the Death of Damon p . 102 By Mr. Dryden . SP . The Praises of ...
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... Court . By Mr. P. Dryden . Sarpedon's Speech to Glaucus , in the 12th Iliad of Homer . By Sir John Denham . P. 113 An Elegy upon the Death of the Lord p . 114 Haftings . By Sir John Denham . Upon the Death of the Lord Haftings . Written ...
... Court . By Mr. P. Dryden . Sarpedon's Speech to Glaucus , in the 12th Iliad of Homer . By Sir John Denham . P. 113 An Elegy upon the Death of the Lord p . 114 Haftings . By Sir John Denham . Upon the Death of the Lord Haftings . Written ...
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Стр. 152 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
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. 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. 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. 159 - Twould stay, and run again, and stay, For it was nimbler much than hinds; And trod as if on the four winds. I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness, And all the springtime of the year It only loved to be there.
Стр. 166 - So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and, with new spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves.
Стр. 6 - This is thy province, this thy wondrous way, New humours to invent for each new play: This is that boasted...
Стр. 2 - Heywood and Shirley were but types of thee, Thou last great prophet of tautology: Even I, a dunce of more renown than they, ^ Was sent before but to prepare thy way: And coarsely clad in Norwich drugget came To teach the nations in thy greater name.
Стр. 153 - Softly on my eyelids laid; And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some Spirit to mortals good, Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Стр. 158 - Is dyed in such a purple grain. There is not such another in The world to offer for their sin.