Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Band 1Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... fe- cure from that paffion , but that I want my Author's Antidotes against it . He has given the trueft and most Philofophical account both of the Disease and Remedy , which I ever found in any Author : For which Reasons Tranflated him ...
... fe- cure from that paffion , but that I want my Author's Antidotes against it . He has given the trueft and most Philofophical account both of the Disease and Remedy , which I ever found in any Author : For which Reasons Tranflated him ...
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... fecure them . If you like not my Poem , the fault may poffibly be in my Writing : ( though ' tis bard for an Author to judge against imfelf ; ) But more probably ' tis in your Morals , which cannot bear the Truth of it . The Violent ...
... fecure them . If you like not my Poem , the fault may poffibly be in my Writing : ( though ' tis bard for an Author to judge against imfelf ; ) But more probably ' tis in your Morals , which cannot bear the Truth of it . The Violent ...
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... . Sure thou already art fecure of Fame , Nor want'ft new Glories to exalt thy Name : What Father elfe would have refus'd to own So great a Son as God - like Abfalom ? R. DUKE To the Conceal'd AUTHOR of this incomparable POEM . Ail [ 16 ]
... . Sure thou already art fecure of Fame , Nor want'ft new Glories to exalt thy Name : What Father elfe would have refus'd to own So great a Son as God - like Abfalom ? R. DUKE To the Conceal'd AUTHOR of this incomparable POEM . Ail [ 16 ]
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... fecure your Caufe ; They who poffefs the Prince , poffefs the Laws . He faid , and this Advice above the reft , With Abfalom's Mild Nature fuited beft ; Unblam'd of Life ( Ambition fet afide , ) Not ftain'd with Cruelty , nor puft with ...
... fecure your Caufe ; They who poffefs the Prince , poffefs the Laws . He faid , and this Advice above the reft , With Abfalom's Mild Nature fuited beft ; Unblam'd of Life ( Ambition fet afide , ) Not ftain'd with Cruelty , nor puft with ...
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... fecure . Nor fhall the Rafcal Rabble here have Place , Whom Kings no Titles gave , and God no Grace : Not Bull - fac'd Jonas , who cou'd Statutes draw To mean Rebellion , and make Treafon Law , LA But he , though bad , is follow'd by a ...
... fecure . Nor fhall the Rafcal Rabble here have Place , Whom Kings no Titles gave , and God no Grace : Not Bull - fac'd Jonas , who cou'd Statutes draw To mean Rebellion , and make Treafon Law , LA But he , though bad , is follow'd by a ...
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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.