The first (-sixth) part of Miscellany poems, publ. by Mr. Dryden, 第 1 篇1716 |
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... charm the Pit , And in their folly fhew the Writers wit . Yet ftill thy fools fhall ftand in thy defence , And juftifie their Author's want of fenfe . Let ' em be all by thy own model made Of dulnefs , and defire no foreign aid : That ...
... charm the Pit , And in their folly fhew the Writers wit . Yet ftill thy fools fhall ftand in thy defence , And juftifie their Author's want of fenfe . Let ' em be all by thy own model made Of dulnefs , and defire no foreign aid : That ...
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... Charms of Charming Annabel ; Of Annabel , than May's first Morn more bright , Chearful as Summer's Noon , and chaft as Winter's Night . Of Annabel the Mufes deareft Theme , Of Annabel the Angel of my Dream .. Thus let a broken Eloquence ...
... Charms of Charming Annabel ; Of Annabel , than May's first Morn more bright , Chearful as Summer's Noon , and chaft as Winter's Night . Of Annabel the Mufes deareft Theme , Of Annabel the Angel of my Dream .. Thus let a broken Eloquence ...
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... Charm'd into eafe , is carelefs of his Fame ; And brib'd with prety fums of Foreign Gold , Is grown in Bathsheba's Embraces old : Exalts his Enemies , his Friends deftroys : And all his pow'r against himself employs . He gives , and let ...
... Charm'd into eafe , is carelefs of his Fame ; And brib'd with prety fums of Foreign Gold , Is grown in Bathsheba's Embraces old : Exalts his Enemies , his Friends deftroys : And all his pow'r against himself employs . He gives , and let ...
第 49 頁
... charm'd his heart . Fix'd were his thoughts upon the Fatal day That gave him firft what this must take away ; VOL . I. D Through all the Story of his Love he ran , MISCELLANY POEMS . 49 The Parting of Sireno and Diana English'd by Sir ...
... charm'd his heart . Fix'd were his thoughts upon the Fatal day That gave him firft what this must take away ; VOL . I. D Through all the Story of his Love he ran , MISCELLANY POEMS . 49 The Parting of Sireno and Diana English'd by Sir ...
第 52 頁
... Charm cou'd never move My heart to this degree , without thy Love : For ' tis thy tender sense of my fad Fate , That does my fharpeft , deadly'st pain create . Ah fear not , to what place foe'er I go , That I fhall ever break my facred ...
... Charm cou'd never move My heart to this degree , without thy Love : For ' tis thy tender sense of my fad Fate , That does my fharpeft , deadly'st pain create . Ah fear not , to what place foe'er I go , That I fhall ever break my facred ...
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第 148 頁 - 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.
第 147 頁 - Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
第 145 頁 - 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.
第 148 頁 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
第 34 頁 - 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.
第 148 頁 - 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...
第 152 頁 - 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...
第 167 頁 - Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
第 164 頁 - And question'd every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory : They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon...
第 162 頁 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude ; And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead...