Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Zväzok 1Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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Strana 68
... Stars that shine Without , and every God within : Venus hears this , and all the while At thy empty Vows does fmile , Her Nymphs all smile , her little Son Does fmile , and to his Quiver run ; Does fmile , and fall to whet his Darts ...
... Stars that shine Without , and every God within : Venus hears this , and all the while At thy empty Vows does fmile , Her Nymphs all smile , her little Son Does fmile , and to his Quiver run ; Does fmile , and fall to whet his Darts ...
Strana 81
... Stars I'll be a Guide to wandring Mariners : Ww While they with wonder fhall repeat my Name , A Faith like mine deferves no lefs a Fame ; They'll doubtless pray that fuch a Wife , above , May be rewarded for fo chafte a Love ; And that ...
... Stars I'll be a Guide to wandring Mariners : Ww While they with wonder fhall repeat my Name , A Faith like mine deferves no lefs a Fame ; They'll doubtless pray that fuch a Wife , above , May be rewarded for fo chafte a Love ; And that ...
Strana 89
... Stars , and better Genius fail'd . Tell , filver Phoebe , tell whence Sprung my flame , Tell , for you know whence the dire Paffion came . There all my ills began ; for there , alas ! I Delphis faw , and Eudamippus pass : Their golden ...
... Stars , and better Genius fail'd . Tell , filver Phoebe , tell whence Sprung my flame , Tell , for you know whence the dire Paffion came . There all my ills began ; for there , alas ! I Delphis faw , and Eudamippus pass : Their golden ...
Strana 109
... Stars the Pilot guide , Shew me at Sea the boldeft there , Who does not wish for quiet here . For quiet ( Friend ) the Souldier fights , Bears weary Marches , fleepless Nights , For this feeds hard , and lodges cold , Which can't be ...
... Stars the Pilot guide , Shew me at Sea the boldeft there , Who does not wish for quiet here . For quiet ( Friend ) the Souldier fights , Bears weary Marches , fleepless Nights , For this feeds hard , and lodges cold , Which can't be ...
Strana 117
... Stars , appear Scatter'd in others ; all , as in their Sphere , Were fix'd and conglobat in's Soul ; and thence ... Star ' twas did gild our Hemisphere . Replenish'd then with such rare Gifts as thefe , Where was room left for fuch a ...
... Stars , appear Scatter'd in others ; all , as in their Sphere , Were fix'd and conglobat in's Soul ; and thence ... Star ' twas did gild our Hemisphere . Replenish'd then with such rare Gifts as thefe , Where was room left for fuch a ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
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 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 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 6 - This is thy province, this thy wondrous way, New humours to invent for each new play: This is that boasted...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 158 - Is dyed in such a purple grain. There is not such another in The world to offer for their sin.