Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Том 1Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... Thou laft great Prophet of Tautology : Even 1 , a dunce of more renown than they , Was fent before but to prepare thy way : And courfly clad in Norwich Drugget came To teach the Nations in thy greater name . My warbiing Lute , the Lute ...
... Thou laft great Prophet of Tautology : Even 1 , a dunce of more renown than they , Was fent before but to prepare thy way : And courfly clad in Norwich Drugget came To teach the Nations in thy greater name . My warbiing Lute , the Lute ...
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... Thou art my blood , where Johnson has no part ; What fhare have we in Nature or in Art ? Where did his wit on learning fix a brand , And rail at Arts he did not underftand ? Where made he love in Prince Nicander's vein , Or fwept the ...
... Thou art my blood , where Johnson has no part ; What fhare have we in Nature or in Art ? Where did his wit on learning fix a brand , And rail at Arts he did not underftand ? Where made he love in Prince Nicander's vein , Or fwept the ...
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... thou muft needs accept with equal joy As when Aneas heard the Wars of Troy , Wrapt up himself in darkness and unfeen , Extoll'd with Wonder by the Tyrian Queen . Sure thou already art fecure of Fame , Nor want'ft new Glories to exalt ...
... thou muft needs accept with equal joy As when Aneas heard the Wars of Troy , Wrapt up himself in darkness and unfeen , Extoll'd with Wonder by the Tyrian Queen . Sure thou already art fecure of Fame , Nor want'ft new Glories to exalt ...
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... thou matchlefs Bard , thou great unknown , That give your Country Fame , yet fhun your own ! In vain ---- for ev'ry where your Praife you find , And not to meet it you must fhun Mankind . Your Loyal Theme each Loyal Reader draws ...
... thou matchlefs Bard , thou great unknown , That give your Country Fame , yet fhun your own ! In vain ---- for ev'ry where your Praife you find , And not to meet it you must fhun Mankind . Your Loyal Theme each Loyal Reader draws ...
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... thou bring , To aid the Guardian Angel of thy King . Here ftop , my Muse , here ceafe thy painful flight : No pinions can purfue Immortal height : Tell good Barzillai thou canst fing no more , And tell thy Soul fhe fhould have filed ...
... thou bring , To aid the Guardian Angel of thy King . Here ftop , my Muse , here ceafe thy painful flight : No pinions can purfue Immortal height : Tell good Barzillai thou canst fing no more , And tell thy Soul fhe fhould have filed ...
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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.