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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... poor Pretence to it , or an ill fort of Wit , which has nothing more to fupport it than bare - fac'd Ribaldry , which is both unmannerly in it felf , and fulfome to the Reader . But neither of these will reach my cafe : For in the first ...
... poor Pretence to it , or an ill fort of Wit , which has nothing more to fupport it than bare - fac'd Ribaldry , which is both unmannerly in it felf , and fulfome to the Reader . But neither of these will reach my cafe : For in the first ...
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... chufe for thy command Some peaceful Province in Acroftick Land . There thou may'st Wings display and Altars raise , And Torture one poor word Ten thousand ways . Or if thou would'ft thy diff'rent talents fuit , Set 6 MAC FLECKNOE . "
... chufe for thy command Some peaceful Province in Acroftick Land . There thou may'st Wings display and Altars raise , And Torture one poor word Ten thousand ways . Or if thou would'ft thy diff'rent talents fuit , Set 6 MAC FLECKNOE . "
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... poor Plot to publick Scorn : ( Our only bleffing fince his curft Return :) Those heaps of People which one Sheaf did bind , Blown off , and fcatter'd by a puff of Wind . } What ftrength can he to your Designs oppose , Naked 26 ABSALOM ...
... poor Plot to publick Scorn : ( Our only bleffing fince his curft Return :) Those heaps of People which one Sheaf did bind , Blown off , and fcatter'd by a puff of Wind . } What ftrength can he to your Designs oppose , Naked 26 ABSALOM ...
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... give on till he can give no more , The Thrifty Sanhedrin fall keep him poor : And every Shekel which he can receive , Shall coft a Limb of his Prerogative . To ply him with new Plots , fhall be my C 3 ABSALOM and ACHITOPHEL . 29.
... give on till he can give no more , The Thrifty Sanhedrin fall keep him poor : And every Shekel which he can receive , Shall coft a Limb of his Prerogative . To ply him with new Plots , fhall be my C 3 ABSALOM and ACHITOPHEL . 29.
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... Poor , pitied Youth , by my Paternal care , Rais'd up to all the height his Frame cou'd bear : Had God ordain'd his Fate for Empire Born , He wou'd have given his Soul another turn : Gull'd with a Patriot's name , whofe Modern sense Is ...
... Poor , pitied Youth , by my Paternal care , Rais'd up to all the height his Frame cou'd bear : Had God ordain'd his Fate for Empire Born , He wou'd have given his Soul another turn : Gull'd with a Patriot's name , whofe Modern sense Is ...
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第34页 - 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页 - 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145页 - 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163页 - 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...
第152页 - 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6页 - 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.
第164页 - 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?
第24页 - 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.
第24页 - 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.
第167页 - 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.