The first (-sixth) part of Miscellany poems, publ. by Mr. Dryden, 第 1 篇1716 |
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... Verfe Miscella- nies . The truth is , I fancied to my self a kind of eafe in the change of the Paroxism ; never fufpecting but that the Humour wou'd have wafted it felf in two or three : Paftorals of Theo- critus , and as many Odes of ...
... Verfe Miscella- nies . The truth is , I fancied to my self a kind of eafe in the change of the Paroxism ; never fufpecting but that the Humour wou'd have wafted it felf in two or three : Paftorals of Theo- critus , and as many Odes of ...
第 ii 頁
... Verfe , which made me unea- fie ' till I try'd whether or no I was capable of following his Rules , and of reducing the fpeculation in- to practice . For many a fair Pre- cept in Poetry , is like a feeming Demonftration in the Mathema ...
... Verfe , which made me unea- fie ' till I try'd whether or no I was capable of following his Rules , and of reducing the fpeculation in- to practice . For many a fair Pre- cept in Poetry , is like a feeming Demonftration in the Mathema ...
第 ix 頁
... Verfe , and that Verfe com- monly which they call Golden , or two Subftantives and two Adjectives with a Verb betwixt them to keep the peace . Ovid , with all his fweet- nefs , has as little variety of Numbers and Sound as he : He is ...
... Verfe , and that Verfe com- monly which they call Golden , or two Subftantives and two Adjectives with a Verb betwixt them to keep the peace . Ovid , with all his fweet- nefs , has as little variety of Numbers and Sound as he : He is ...
第 x 頁
... Verfe . He is every where above conceits of Epi- grammatick Wit , and grofs Hyper- boles : He maintains Majefty in the midst of Plainnefs ; he fhines , but glares not ; and is ftately without ambition , which is the vice of Lu- can . I ...
... Verfe . He is every where above conceits of Epi- grammatick Wit , and grofs Hyper- boles : He maintains Majefty in the midst of Plainnefs ; he fhines , but glares not ; and is ftately without ambition , which is the vice of Lu- can . I ...
第 xi 頁
... Verfe , he com- monly allows two Lines for one of Virgil , and does not always hit his Senfe . Tao tells us in his Letters , that Sperone Speroni , a great Italian Wit , who was his Contemporary , obferv'd of Virgil and Tully ; that the ...
... Verfe , he com- monly allows two Lines for one of Virgil , and does not always hit his Senfe . Tao tells us in his Letters , that Sperone Speroni , a great Italian Wit , who was his Contemporary , obferv'd of Virgil and Tully ; that the ...
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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...