The First Part of Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets: Together with Several Original Poems, Deel 5Jacob Tonson at Shakespear's Head over-against Katharine-Street in the Strand., 1716 |
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Pagina 2
... grows , And ev'ry Stream in Heav'nly Numbers flows . How am I pleas'd to fearch the Hills and Woods For rifing Springs and celebrated Floods ! To view the Nar , tumultuous in his Course , And trace the fmooth Clitumnus to his Sourse ...
... grows , And ev'ry Stream in Heav'nly Numbers flows . How am I pleas'd to fearch the Hills and Woods For rifing Springs and celebrated Floods ! To view the Nar , tumultuous in his Course , And trace the fmooth Clitumnus to his Sourse ...
Pagina 4
... growing Oils and Wines , And in the Myrtles fragrant Shade repines : Starves in the midft of Nature's Bounty curft ... grows more light , And 4 The FIFTH PART of.
... growing Oils and Wines , And in the Myrtles fragrant Shade repines : Starves in the midft of Nature's Bounty curft ... grows more light , And 4 The FIFTH PART of.
Pagina 5
... grows more light , And Poverty looks chearful in thy fight ; Thou mak'ft the gloomy Face of Nature gay , Giv'ft Beauty to the Sun , and Pleasure to the Day . Thee , Goddess , Thee , Britannia's Ifle adores ; How has the oft exhaufted ...
... grows more light , And Poverty looks chearful in thy fight ; Thou mak'ft the gloomy Face of Nature gay , Giv'ft Beauty to the Sun , and Pleasure to the Day . Thee , Goddess , Thee , Britannia's Ifle adores ; How has the oft exhaufted ...
Pagina 13
... grow transported to this large Survey ! I value Earth no more , and far below Methinks I fee the bufie Pigmies go ; My Soul entranc'd , is in a Rapture brought- Above the common Tracts of vulgar Thought , . With Fancy wing'd I feel the ...
... grow transported to this large Survey ! I value Earth no more , and far below Methinks I fee the bufie Pigmies go ; My Soul entranc'd , is in a Rapture brought- Above the common Tracts of vulgar Thought , . With Fancy wing'd I feel the ...
Pagina 15
... Seeds of Worth ; Like Pictures wet , to fetch the Colours forth : But if the Varnish we too oft apply , Like Colours , we , alas ! grow faint and die , } Hold , hold , impetuous Mufe : I wou'd reftrain- MISCELLANY POEMS . 15.
... Seeds of Worth ; Like Pictures wet , to fetch the Colours forth : But if the Varnish we too oft apply , Like Colours , we , alas ! grow faint and die , } Hold , hold , impetuous Mufe : I wou'd reftrain- MISCELLANY POEMS . 15.
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The First [-sixth] Part of Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of ..., Volume 5 John Dryden Volledige weergave - 1727 |
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Æneid againſt Arms Atrides Beauty beft Bleffings bleft boaſt Breaft bright Caufe Cauſe CHARLES HOPKINS Charms cloſe cou'd Courſe Defire Delight Deſpair Diſeaſe doth e'er Earth ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fafely faid fair fame Hand Fate Fayrie fear fecure feek feems felf fent fhall fhine fhou'd fince fing Fire firft firſt flain Flame foft fome foon Friend ftand ftill fuch fure fweet Gods Grace happy Heart Heav'n himſelf inſpire Joys juft Kings Lady laft leaſt lefs Light loft lov'd Love Lover mighty moft mortal moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er Numbers Nymph o'er Oberon Paffion paft pleaſe Pleaſure Poets Pow'r Praiſe Pray'r Queen Queen Mab Rage Reaſon reft rife Satyr Senfe ſhall ſhe Soul ſpread Swain thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou Thoughts thouſand thro twas Verſe Whilft whofe Whoſe wou'd wretched Youth
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Pagina 89 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Pagina 287 - TO MY DEAR FRIEND MR. CONGREVE, ON HIS COMEDY CALLED ' THE DOUBLE DEALER. 1694. WELL then, the promised hour is come at last, The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our sires, and as they fought they writ, Conquering with force of arms and dint of wit: Theirs was the giant race before the flood ; And thus, when Charles return'd, our empire stood. Like Janus...
Pagina 214 - Born to the spacious empire of the Nine, One would have thought she should have been content To manage well that mighty government; But what can young ambitious souls confine? To the next realm she stretch'd her sway, For Painture near adjoining lay, A plenteous province, and alluring prey. A Chamber of Dependencies was framed, (As conquerors will never want pretence, When arm'd, to justify the offence) And the whole fief, in right of poetry, she claim'd.
Pagina 87 - Who fears not to do ill, yet fears the name, And, free from conscience, is a slave to fame. Thus he the church at once protects and spoils ; But princes' swords are sharper than their styles : And thus to th' ages past he makes amends, Their charity destroys, their faith defends.
Pagina 89 - Indies ours ; finds wealth where 'tis, bestows it where it wants, cities in deserts, woods in cities, plants : so that to us no thing, no place, is strange, while his fair bosom is the world's exchange.
Pagina 252 - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe: Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honour, endless fame, Attend the...
Pagina 282 - In times o'ergrown with Rust and Ignorance, A gainful Trade their Clergy did advance: When want of Learning kept the Laymen low, And none but Priests were Authoriz'd to know.
Pagina 91 - To his friends' pity, and pursuers' scorn, With shame remembers, while himself was one Of the same herd, himself the same had done. Thence to the coverts and the conscious groves, The scene of his past triumphs and his loves ; Sadly surveying where he rang'd alone Prince of the soil, and all the herd his own ; And, like a bold...
Pagina 136 - Twas I that gave thee thy renown; Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties lived unknown, Had not my verse exhaled thy name, And with it imped the wings of fame. That killing power is none of thine, I gave it to thy voice and eyes; • Thy sweets, thy graces, all are mine; Thou art my star, shin'st in my skies; Then dart not from thy borrowed sphere Lightning on him that fixed thee there.
Pagina 284 - Tis some relief, that points not clearly known, Without much hazard, may be let alone ; And, after hearing what our church can say...