The first (-sixth) part of Miscellany poems, publ. by Mr. Dryden, Díl 11716 |
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... Flame infpir'd the King , Of whom thy Mufe does fo fublimely fing . Not David's felf could in a nobler Verfe His gloriously offending Son rehearse ; Tho ' in his Breaft the Prophet's Fury met , The Father's Fondness , and the Poet's Wit ...
... Flame infpir'd the King , Of whom thy Mufe does fo fublimely fing . Not David's felf could in a nobler Verfe His gloriously offending Son rehearse ; Tho ' in his Breaft the Prophet's Fury met , The Father's Fondness , and the Poet's Wit ...
Strana 17
... Flame and Virgil's Majefty . While Pindus lofty Heights our Poet fought , ( His ravisht Mind with vaft Idea's fraught ) Our Language fail'd beneath his rifing Thought ; This checks not his Attempt , for Maro's Mines He dreins of all ...
... Flame and Virgil's Majefty . While Pindus lofty Heights our Poet fought , ( His ravisht Mind with vaft Idea's fraught ) Our Language fail'd beneath his rifing Thought ; This checks not his Attempt , for Maro's Mines He dreins of all ...
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... flame ; For Priests of all Religions are the fame . Of whatfoe'er descent their Godhead be , Stock , Stone , or other homely Pedigree , In his Defence his Servants are as bold , As if he had been born of beaten Gold . The Jewish Rabbins ...
... flame ; For Priests of all Religions are the fame . Of whatfoe'er descent their Godhead be , Stock , Stone , or other homely Pedigree , In his Defence his Servants are as bold , As if he had been born of beaten Gold . The Jewish Rabbins ...
Strana 48
... flame , He mov'd e'en Trees , and made fierce Tigers tame . So the fad Nightingale , when Childless made . By fome rough Swain who steals her young away , Bewails her lofs under a Poplar fhade , Weeps all the night , in murmurs waftes ...
... flame , He mov'd e'en Trees , and made fierce Tigers tame . So the fad Nightingale , when Childless made . By fome rough Swain who steals her young away , Bewails her lofs under a Poplar fhade , Weeps all the night , in murmurs waftes ...
Strana 52
... let Sireno banish all his fears , Heav'n cannot long refift fuch pious Tears . The Righteous Gods , from whom our paffion came , Will pity ( fure ) fo innocent a Flame ; Reverse the hard Decree for which we mourn , And 512 The FIRST PART ...
... let Sireno banish all his fears , Heav'n cannot long refift fuch pious Tears . The Righteous Gods , from whom our paffion came , Will pity ( fure ) fo innocent a Flame ; Reverse the hard Decree for which we mourn , And 512 The FIRST PART ...
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The First (-Sixth) Part of Miscellany Poems, Publ. by Mr. Dryden Miscellany Poems Náhled není k dispozici. - 2016 |
The First (-Sixth) Part of Miscellany Poems, Publ. by Mr. Dryden Miscellany Poems Náhled není k dispozici. - 2016 |
The First (-Sixth) Part of Miscellany Poems, Publ. by Mr. Dryden Miscellany Poems Náhled není k dispozici. - 2016 |
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Strana 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.
Strana 147 - Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
Strana 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.
Strana 148 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Strana 34 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Strana 148 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Strana 152 - While rocking winds are piping loud, Or ushered with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the sun begins to fling...
Strana 167 - Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Strana 164 - And question'd every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory : They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon...
Strana 162 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude ; And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead...