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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Strana 6
... heart , though Venom lies , It does but touch thy Irish Pen , and dyes . Thy Genius calls thee not to purchase Fame In keen Iambicks , but mild Anagram : Leave writing Plays , and chufe for thy command Some peaceful Province in ...
... heart , though Venom lies , It does but touch thy Irish Pen , and dyes . Thy Genius calls thee not to purchase Fame In keen Iambicks , but mild Anagram : Leave writing Plays , and chufe for thy command Some peaceful Province in ...
Strana 15
... Heart ; ' Tis what the 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 chofe ...
... Heart ; ' Tis what the 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 chofe ...
Strana 19
... heart , His vigorous warmth did variously impart To Wives and Slaves : and , wide as his Command , Scatter'd his Maker's Image through the Land . Michal , of Royal Blood , the Crown did wear ; A Soil ungrateful to the Tiller's Care ...
... heart , His vigorous warmth did variously impart To Wives and Slaves : and , wide as his Command , Scatter'd his Maker's Image through the Land . Michal , of Royal Blood , the Crown did wear ; A Soil ungrateful to the Tiller's Care ...
Strana 27
... Hearts From David's Rule : And ' tis their general Cry , Religion , Common - wealth , and Liberty . If you , as Champion of the Publick Good , Add to their Asms a Chief of Royal Blood , What may not Ifrael hope , and what Applaufe Might ...
... Hearts From David's Rule : And ' tis their general Cry , Religion , Common - wealth , and Liberty . If you , as Champion of the Publick Good , Add to their Asms a Chief of Royal Blood , What may not Ifrael hope , and what Applaufe Might ...
Strana 31
... heart to Cheat his Heir . He to his Brother gives Supreme Command ; To you a Legacy of Barren Land : Perhaps th ... Hearts , Though now his mighty Soul its Grief contains ; He meditates Revenge who leaft complains . And like a Lion ...
... heart to Cheat his Heir . He to his Brother gives Supreme Command ; To you a Legacy of Barren Land : Perhaps th ... Hearts , Though now his mighty Soul its Grief contains ; He meditates Revenge who leaft complains . And like a Lion ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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?
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.