The first (-sixth) part of Miscellany poems, publ. by Mr. Dryden, Teil 11716 |
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... whofe Conduct difcovers that Moderation and Humility may be confiftent with Superfluity and Power ; and that Show and Vanity are not conftant Atten- dants on Youth , and a great Estate . On how many Occafi- ons of late have You been ...
... whofe Conduct difcovers that Moderation and Humility may be confiftent with Superfluity and Power ; and that Show and Vanity are not conftant Atten- dants on Youth , and a great Estate . On how many Occafi- ons of late have You been ...
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... whofe beauties I have been endeavouring all my Life to imitate , fo abus'd , as I may fay , to their Faces , by a botching Interpreter . What English Readers , unacquainted with Greek or Latin , will believe me or any other man , when ...
... whofe beauties I have been endeavouring all my Life to imitate , fo abus'd , as I may fay , to their Faces , by a botching Interpreter . What English Readers , unacquainted with Greek or Latin , will believe me or any other man , when ...
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... whofe Senfe it bears : Yet the Numbers are perpetually varied , to increase the delight of the Reader ; fo that the fame Sounds are never repeated twice together . On the contrary , Ovid and Claudian , though they write in Stiles ...
... whofe Senfe it bears : Yet the Numbers are perpetually varied , to increase the delight of the Reader ; fo that the fame Sounds are never repeated twice together . On the contrary , Ovid and Claudian , though they write in Stiles ...
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... whofe Fragments only fall to my Portion . What I have now perform'd , is no more than I intended above twenty Years ago : The ways of our Translation are very different ; he follows him more closely than I have done , which became an ...
... whofe Fragments only fall to my Portion . What I have now perform'd , is no more than I intended above twenty Years ago : The ways of our Translation are very different ; he follows him more closely than I have done , which became an ...
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... Whofe righteous Lore the Prince had practis'd young , And from whofe Loyns recorded Pfyche fprung . His Temples laft with Poppies were o'erfpread , That nodding feem'd to confecrate his head : Juft at the point of time , if Fame not lye ...
... Whofe righteous Lore the Prince had practis'd young , And from whofe Loyns recorded Pfyche fprung . His Temples laft with Poppies were o'erfpread , That nodding feem'd to confecrate his head : Juft at the point of time , if Fame not lye ...
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The First (-Sixth) Part of Miscellany Poems, Publ. by Mr. Dryden Miscellany Poems Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
The First (-Sixth) Part of Miscellany Poems, Publ. by Mr. Dryden Miscellany Poems Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
The First (-Sixth) Part of Miscellany Poems, Publ. by Mr. Dryden Miscellany Poems Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
againſt Amyntas Arms Becauſe Befides beft blefs bleft Breaft caft call'd Caufe Cauſe Charms Corydon cou'd Cyclops Daphnis defire Delphis e'er eafie eaſe ECLOGUE Euryalus Eyes facred fafe faid fair falfe Fame Fate fear fecure feem feem'd felf fent fhall fhew fhould fince fing firft Flame fleep Foes foft fome foon Friend ftand ftill fuch fure fweet Gods Grace hafte Heart Heav'n himſelf Jebusites juft King laft laſt lefs loft lov'd Love Lucretius mighty Mind moft Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er never Night Numbers Nymph o'er Ovid Paffion paſt Peace pleaſe pleaſure Poet Pow'r praiſe Prince Publick rage raiſe reft rife Sanhedrins Satyr Senfe ſhall ſhe Soul Swains Tears tell thee thefe themſelves Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou thought Thyrf Tranflated twas Verfe Virgil whence Whilft whofe whoſe Winds worfe wou'd Youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 147 - 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 148 - 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 167 - 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.
Seite 164 - 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...
Seite 162 - 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...