Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Band 1Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... Eyes , or Hands more clean ; Unbrib'd , unfought , the wretched to redrefs ; Swift of Difpatch , and eafy of Access . Oh , had he been content to ferve the Crown , With Virtues only proper to the Gown ; Or , had the ranknefs of the Soil ...
... Eyes , or Hands more clean ; Unbrib'd , unfought , the wretched to redrefs ; Swift of Difpatch , and eafy of Access . Oh , had he been content to ferve the Crown , With Virtues only proper to the Gown ; Or , had the ranknefs of the Soil ...
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... Eyes ; Sees through the thin Difguifes of your Arts , And marks your Progress in the Peoples Hearts . Though now his mighty Soul its Grief contains ; He meditates Revenge who leaft complains . And like a Lion , Slumbring in the way , Or ...
... Eyes ; Sees through the thin Difguifes of your Arts , And marks your Progress in the Peoples Hearts . Though now his mighty Soul its Grief contains ; He meditates Revenge who leaft complains . And like a Lion , Slumbring in the way , Or ...
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... Eyes , his Voice was harsh and loud ,, Sure figns he neither Cholerick was , nor Proud : His long Chin prov'd his Wit ; his Saint - like Grace A Church Vermillion , and a Mofes Face .. His Memory miraculously great , Cou'd Plots ...
... Eyes , his Voice was harsh and loud ,, Sure figns he neither Cholerick was , nor Proud : His long Chin prov'd his Wit ; his Saint - like Grace A Church Vermillion , and a Mofes Face .. His Memory miraculously great , Cou'd Plots ...
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... Eyes : His joy conceal'd , he fets himself to show ; On each fide bowing popularly low : His looks , his geftures , and his words he frames , And with familiar cafe repeats their Names . Thus form'd by Nature , furnisht out with Arts ...
... Eyes : His joy conceal'd , he fets himself to show ; On each fide bowing popularly low : His looks , his geftures , and his words he frames , And with familiar cafe repeats their Names . Thus form'd by Nature , furnisht out with Arts ...
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... Eyes ) ' Tis all the Aid my present pow'r fupplies : No Court - Informer can thefe Arms accufe ; Thefe Arms may Sons against their Fathers ufe ; And ' tis my with the next Succeffor's Reign May make no other Ifraelite complain Youth ...
... Eyes ) ' Tis all the Aid my present pow'r fupplies : No Court - Informer can thefe Arms accufe ; Thefe Arms may Sons against their Fathers ufe ; And ' tis my with the next Succeffor's Reign May make no other Ifraelite complain Youth ...
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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.