Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Том 1Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... call'd him the Torture of Grammarians , might also have call'd him the Plague of Tranf- lators ; for he feems to have study'd not to be Tranflated . I own that endeavouring to xii PREFACE .
... call'd him the Torture of Grammarians , might also have call'd him the Plague of Tranf- lators ; for he feems to have study'd not to be Tranflated . I own that endeavouring to xii PREFACE .
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... call'd Curiofo Felicitas , and : which I fuppofe he had from the Feliciter audere of Horace himself . But the most diftinguishing part of all his Character , feems to me , to be his . Brisknefs , his Jollity , and his good Humour : And ...
... call'd Curiofo Felicitas , and : which I fuppofe he had from the Feliciter audere of Horace himself . But the most diftinguishing part of all his Character , feems to me , to be his . Brisknefs , his Jollity , and his good Humour : And ...
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... 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 increase ; Worn ...
... 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 increase ; Worn ...
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... call'd a juft Revenge for injur'd Fame . Thus prais'd , and lov'd , the noble Youth remain'd , While David , undisturb'd in Sion reign'd . But life can never be fincerely bleft : Heav'n punishes the bad , and proves the best . The Jews ...
... call'd a juft Revenge for injur'd Fame . Thus prais'd , and lov'd , the noble Youth remain'd , While David , undisturb'd in Sion reign'd . But life can never be fincerely bleft : Heav'n punishes the bad , and proves the best . The Jews ...
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... call'd from them ; And their's the Native right ---- But when the chofen People grew more ftrong , The rightful Caufe at length became the wrong : And every lofs the Men of Jevus bore , They ftill were thought God's Enemies the more ...
... call'd from them ; And their's the Native right ---- But when the chofen People grew more ftrong , The rightful Caufe at length became the wrong : And every lofs the Men of Jevus bore , They ftill were thought God's Enemies the more ...
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