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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... ritable With against Achitophel , but am content to be accus'd of a good - natur'd Error , and to hope , with Origen , that the Devil himself may at last be fav'd , may For which reafon , in this Poem he is neither To the READER .: 13.
... ritable With against Achitophel , but am content to be accus'd of a good - natur'd Error , and to hope , with Origen , that the Devil himself may at last be fav'd , may For which reafon , in this Poem he is neither To the READER .: 13.
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... last , his Patience tir'd , Thus , from his Royal Throne , by Heav'n inspir'd , The God - like David spoke ; with awful fear His Train their Maker in their Mafter hear . Thus long have 1 , by Native Mercy sway'd , My Wrongs diffembl'd ...
... last , his Patience tir'd , Thus , from his Royal Throne , by Heav'n inspir'd , The God - like David spoke ; with awful fear His Train their Maker in their Mafter hear . Thus long have 1 , by Native Mercy sway'd , My Wrongs diffembl'd ...
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... last , Following , for fo Proferpina was pleas'd , A fudden rage th ' unwary Lover feiz'd ; He when the firft bright glimps of day - light shin'd Unmindful , and impatient , look'd behind , A fault of Love , could Hell compaffion find ...
... last , Following , for fo Proferpina was pleas'd , A fudden rage th ' unwary Lover feiz'd ; He when the firft bright glimps of day - light shin'd Unmindful , and impatient , look'd behind , A fault of Love , could Hell compaffion find ...
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... last to say , SIRENO . O my Diana ! who wou'd have believ'd That when the fad Sireno moft had griev'd , Any Affliction could have fall'n on me That wou'd not vanish at the fight of thee ? Thy charming Eyes cou'd all my Clouds difpel ...
... last to say , SIRENO . O my Diana ! who wou'd have believ'd That when the fad Sireno moft had griev'd , Any Affliction could have fall'n on me That wou'd not vanish at the fight of thee ? Thy charming Eyes cou'd all my Clouds difpel ...
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... last remain'd , her Blushes spoke the rest . Both weep , and both the forc'd offence forgive ; In vain you pardon me , I can't receive The pity you beftow , nor can I live . DS This faid , her fatal Dagger pierc'd her fide , MISCELLANY ...
... last remain'd , her Blushes spoke the rest . Both weep , and both the forc'd offence forgive ; In vain you pardon me , I can't receive The pity you beftow , nor can I live . DS This faid , her fatal Dagger pierc'd her fide , MISCELLANY ...
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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.