Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Том 1Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... : Nearest indeed , but with a vaft İnterval betwixt them . There is an inimitable grace in Virgil's words , and in them principally confifts that beauty , which gives fo inexpreffible a pleasure to him PREFACE . xiii.
... : Nearest indeed , but with a vaft İnterval betwixt them . There is an inimitable grace in Virgil's words , and in them principally confifts that beauty , which gives fo inexpreffible a pleasure to him PREFACE . xiii.
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... pleasure to him who beft under- ftands their force ; this Diction of his , I must once again fay , is never to be Copied ; and fince it cannot , he will appear but lame in the best . Tranflation . The turns of his Verfe , his breakings ...
... pleasure to him who beft under- ftands their force ; this Diction of his , I must once again fay , is never to be Copied ; and fince it cannot , he will appear but lame in the best . Tranflation . The turns of his Verfe , his breakings ...
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... pleasures ; the decay of understand- ing and memory , which render him contemptible and useless to others ; these and many other reafons fo pa- thetically urg'd , fo beautifully ex- prefs'd , fo adorn'd with examples , and fo admirably ...
... pleasures ; the decay of understand- ing and memory , which render him contemptible and useless to others ; these and many other reafons fo pa- thetically urg'd , fo beautifully ex- prefs'd , fo adorn'd with examples , and fo admirably ...
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... Pleasure .. My Preface begins already to fwell upon me , and looks as if I were a- fraid of my Reader , by fo tedious a bespeaking of him ;, and yet . I have Horace and Theocritus upon my Hands ; but the Greek Gentleman fhall quickly be ...
... Pleasure .. My Preface begins already to fwell upon me , and looks as if I were a- fraid of my Reader , by fo tedious a bespeaking of him ;, and yet . I have Horace and Theocritus upon my Hands ; but the Greek Gentleman fhall quickly be ...
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... , though not of Judgment , in these uncorrect Effays , and confe- quently though my Hazard be the greater , yet the Reader's Pleasure is not the lefs . JOHN DRYDEN . THE CONTENTS . M AC Flecknoe . By Mr. Dryden xxxvi PREFACE .
... , though not of Judgment , in these uncorrect Effays , and confe- quently though my Hazard be the greater , yet the Reader's Pleasure is not the lefs . JOHN DRYDEN . THE CONTENTS . M AC Flecknoe . By Mr. Dryden xxxvi PREFACE .
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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 158 - Is dyed in such a purple grain. There is not such another in The world to offer for their sin.