Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Том 1Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... Praise alone , that Gaudy Flow'r , Fair only to the fight , but folid Pow'r : And Nobler is a limited Command , Giv'n by the Love of all your Native Land , Than a fucceffive Title , Long and Dark , Drawn from the Mouldy Rolls of Noah's ...
... Praise alone , that Gaudy Flow'r , Fair only to the fight , but folid Pow'r : And Nobler is a limited Command , Giv'n by the Love of all your Native Land , Than a fucceffive Title , Long and Dark , Drawn from the Mouldy Rolls of Noah's ...
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... praise in lasting Numbers fing . The IX . ODE of the FOURTH BOOK of HORACE . V By Mr. Stepney . Erses Immortal ( as my Bays ) I fing , When suited to my trembling string : When by strange Art both Voice and Lyre agree To make one ...
... praise in lasting Numbers fing . The IX . ODE of the FOURTH BOOK of HORACE . V By Mr. Stepney . Erses Immortal ( as my Bays ) I fing , When suited to my trembling string : When by strange Art both Voice and Lyre agree To make one ...
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... Praise can bring you all A - bed , He swears fuch hopeful Youth no Nation ever bred . Your Nurses , we prefume , in such a Cafe , Your Father chofe , because he lik'd the Face ; And , often , they fupply'd your Mother's Place . The Dry ...
... Praise can bring you all A - bed , He swears fuch hopeful Youth no Nation ever bred . Your Nurses , we prefume , in such a Cafe , Your Father chofe , because he lik'd the Face ; And , often , they fupply'd your Mother's Place . The Dry ...
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... praise no more Soft Defmodena , nor the jealous Moor . Shakespear , whose fruitful Genius , happy Wit , Was fram'd and finish'd at a lucky hit ; The pride of Nature , and the shame of Schools , Born to create , and not to learn from ...
... praise no more Soft Defmodena , nor the jealous Moor . Shakespear , whose fruitful Genius , happy Wit , Was fram'd and finish'd at a lucky hit ; The pride of Nature , and the shame of Schools , Born to create , and not to learn from ...
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... praise we offer to his Name , Hath render'd too authentick by its choice . 111 . Tho ' in his praise no Arts can liberal be , Since they whose Muses have the highest flown ; Add not to his Immortal Memory , But do an act of Friendship ...
... praise we offer to his Name , Hath render'd too authentick by its choice . 111 . Tho ' in his praise no Arts can liberal be , Since they whose Muses have the highest flown ; Add not to his Immortal Memory , But do an act of Friendship ...
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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.
Страница 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.
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.
Страница 6 - This is thy province, this thy wondrous way, New humours to invent for each new play: This is that boasted...
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.