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 4
... just reception finds Amidft this Monument of vanifht minds : Pure Clinches , the fuburbian Mufe affords ; And Panton waging harmless War with words . Here Flecknoe , as a place to Fame well known , Ambitiously design'd his Sh ---- ' s ...
... just reception finds Amidft this Monument of vanifht minds : Pure Clinches , the fuburbian Mufe affords ; And Panton waging harmless War with words . Here Flecknoe , as a place to Fame well known , Ambitiously design'd his Sh ---- ' s ...
Strana 15
... just refin❜d , Like Angels Love to Humane Seed inclin❜d , It starts a Giant , and exalts the Kind . ' Tis Spirit feen , whose fiery Atoms roul , So brightly fierce , each Syllable's a Soul . ' Tis minature of Man , but he's all Heart ...
... just refin❜d , Like Angels Love to Humane Seed inclin❜d , It starts a Giant , and exalts the Kind . ' Tis Spirit feen , whose fiery Atoms roul , So brightly fierce , each Syllable's a Soul . ' Tis minature of Man , but he's all Heart ...
Strana 39
... just , And Kings are only Officers in Truft , Then this refuming Cov'nant was declar'd When Kings were made , or is for ever bar'd : If those who gave the Scepter cou'd not tie By their own deed their own Pofterity , How then cou'd Adam ...
... just , And Kings are only Officers in Truft , Then this refuming Cov'nant was declar'd When Kings were made , or is for ever bar'd : If those who gave the Scepter cou'd not tie By their own deed their own Pofterity , How then cou'd Adam ...
Strana 97
... just a hand does mix The moft engaging Charms of either Sex ; And out of both that thus in one combine Does fomething form not Humane but Divine , What's her command , but that we all adore The nobleft work of her almighty power ! Nor ...
... just a hand does mix The moft engaging Charms of either Sex ; And out of both that thus in one combine Does fomething form not Humane but Divine , What's her command , but that we all adore The nobleft work of her almighty power ! Nor ...
Strana 99
... just now the smil'd : Alas ! fhe fmil'd ; for to the lovely Maid None had the fatal Tidings yet convey'd . Tell me then Shepherd , tell me , canft thou find As long as thou art true , and fhe is kind , A Grief fo great , as may prevail ...
... just now the smil'd : Alas ! fhe fmil'd ; for to the lovely Maid None had the fatal Tidings yet convey'd . Tell me then Shepherd , tell me , canft thou find As long as thou art true , and fhe is kind , A Grief fo great , as may prevail ...
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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.