Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Band 1Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... young Men take up fome cry'd - up English Poet for their Model , adore him , and imitate him , as they think , without knowing wherein he is defective , where he is Boyish and trifling , wherein either his Thoughts are improper to his ...
... young Men take up fome cry'd - up English Poet for their Model , adore him , and imitate him , as they think , without knowing wherein he is defective , where he is Boyish and trifling , wherein either his Thoughts are improper to his ...
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... Young Love . By Andrew Marvell , Efq ; p . 161 Lycidas . By Mr. Milton . p . 162 A Panegyrick to my Lord Protector , of the prefent Greatness and joint Interefi of his Highnes and this Nation . In theP . 168 Year 1654. By Edmond Waller ...
... Young Love . By Andrew Marvell , Efq ; p . 161 Lycidas . By Mr. Milton . p . 162 A Panegyrick to my Lord Protector , of the prefent Greatness and joint Interefi of his Highnes and this Nation . In theP . 168 Year 1654. By Edmond Waller ...
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... young Was call'd to Empire , and had govern'd long : In Profe and Verfe , was own'd , without difpute , Through all the Realms of Non - fenfe , abfolute . This aged Prince now flourishing in Peace , And bleft with Iffue of a large ...
... young Was call'd to Empire , and had govern'd long : In Profe and Verfe , was own'd , without difpute , Through all the Realms of Non - fenfe , abfolute . This aged Prince now flourishing in Peace , And bleft with Iffue of a large ...
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... young Afcanius fate , Rome's other hope , and Pillar of the State . His Brows thick fogs , inftead of glories , grace , And lambent dulness plaid around his face . As Hannibal did to the Altars come , Swore by his Sire a mortal Foe to ...
... young Afcanius fate , Rome's other hope , and Pillar of the State . His Brows thick fogs , inftead of glories , grace , And lambent dulness plaid around his face . As Hannibal did to the Altars come , Swore by his Sire a mortal Foe to ...
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... Sinking he left his Drugget Robe behind , Born upwards by a Subterranean wind . The Mantle fell to the young Prophet's part , With double portion of his Father's Art . B4 AND ACHITOPHEL . A POEM . Si propiùs ftes Te MAC FLECKNOE . 7.
... Sinking he left his Drugget Robe behind , Born upwards by a Subterranean wind . The Mantle fell to the young Prophet's part , With double portion of his Father's Art . B4 AND ACHITOPHEL . A POEM . Si propiùs ftes Te MAC FLECKNOE . 7.
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againſt Amyntas Arms becauſe Befides beft blefs bleft Breaft caft call'd Caufe Cauſe Charms Corydon cou'd Daphnis defire Delphis e'er ECLOGUE Euryalus Eyes facred fafe faid fair Fame Fate fear fecure feem feem'd felf fent fhade fhall fhew fhine fhould fide fince fing firft firſt flain Flame fleep Flock Foes foft fome foon Friend ftand ftill fuch fure hafte Heart Heav'n himſelf Jebusites juft King laft laſt lefs loft lov'd Love Lucretius Lycidas mighty moft MOPSU moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er never Night Numbers Nymph o'er Ovid Paffion Peace pleaſe Pleaſure Poet Pow'r praiſe prefent Prince publick Pyrrha rage raiſe reft rife Satyr Senfe ſhall ſhe Shepherds Soul Swains ſweet Tears tell thee thefe themſelves Theocritus theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought Tranflated twas Verfe Verſe Virgil Whilft whofe Whoſe Winds wou'd Youth
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Seite 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.
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 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 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 6 - This is thy province, this thy wondrous way, New humours to invent for each new play: This is that boasted...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 158 - Is dyed in such a purple grain. There is not such another in The world to offer for their sin.