The first (-sixth) part of Miscellany poems, publ. by Mr. Dryden, Част 11716 |
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... most Philofophical account both of the Difeafe and Remedy , which I ever found in any Author : For which Reasons 1 Tranflated him . But it will be ask'd why I turn'd him into this luscious English , ( for I will not give it a worfe Word ...
... most Philofophical account both of the Difeafe and Remedy , which I ever found in any Author : For which Reasons 1 Tranflated him . But it will be ask'd why I turn'd him into this luscious English , ( for I will not give it a worfe Word ...
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... most certain that barefac'd Bawdery is the poorest pretence to Wit imaginable . If I fhould fay otherwife , I should have two great Authorities against me : The one is the Effay on Poe- try , which I publickly valued be- fore I knew the ...
... most certain that barefac'd Bawdery is the poorest pretence to Wit imaginable . If I fhould fay otherwife , I should have two great Authorities against me : The one is the Effay on Poe- try , which I publickly valued be- fore I knew the ...
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... mentators fay what they will , his Philofophy was Epicurean ; and he -made ufe of Gods and Providence , only to ferve a turn in Poetry . But a s fince neither his Criticifms ( which are the most instructive PREFACE . xxix.
... mentators fay what they will , his Philofophy was Epicurean ; and he -made ufe of Gods and Providence , only to ferve a turn in Poetry . But a s fince neither his Criticifms ( which are the most instructive PREFACE . xxix.
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... most elevated Flights , and in the fudden Changes of his Subje & t . with almost imperceptible Connexi- ons , that Theban Poet is his Master . But Horace is of the more bounded Fancy , and confines himself ftrictly to one fort of Verfe ...
... most elevated Flights , and in the fudden Changes of his Subje & t . with almost imperceptible Connexi- ons , that Theban Poet is his Master . But Horace is of the more bounded Fancy , and confines himself ftrictly to one fort of Verfe ...
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... most distinguishing part of all his Character , feems to me , to be his Brisknefs , his Jollity , and his good Humour : And thofe I have chiefly endeavour'd to Copy ; his o- ther Excellencies , I confefs , are a- bove my Imitation . One ...
... most distinguishing part of all his Character , feems to me , to be his Brisknefs , his Jollity , and his good Humour : And thofe I have chiefly endeavour'd to Copy ; his o- ther Excellencies , I confefs , are a- bove my Imitation . One ...
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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 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...
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 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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...