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... vow'd he ne'er wou'd act Villerius more . Here ftopt the good old Sire ; and wept for joy In filent raptures of the hopeful Boy . All Arguments , but most his Plays , perswade , MAC FLECK NOE . An Epilogue on the fame Occafion Writ-2.
... vow'd he ne'er wou'd act Villerius more . Here ftopt the good old Sire ; and wept for joy In filent raptures of the hopeful Boy . All Arguments , but most his Plays , perswade , MAC FLECK NOE . An Epilogue on the fame Occafion Writ-2.
Pagina 3
Miscellany poems John Dryden. All Arguments , but most his Plays , perswade , That for anointed dullness he was made . Close to the Walls which fair Augufta bind , ( The fair Augusta much to fears inclin❜d ) An ancient fabrick , rais'd ...
Miscellany poems John Dryden. All Arguments , but most his Plays , perswade , That for anointed dullness he was made . Close to the Walls which fair Augufta bind , ( The fair Augusta much to fears inclin❜d ) An ancient fabrick , rais'd ...
Pagina 6
... Play , and dwindled to a Farce ? When did his Mufe from Fletcher fcenes purloin , As thou whole Eth'ridg doft transfufe to thine ? But fo transfus'd as Oyl and Waters flow , His always floats above , thine finks below . This is thy ...
... Play , and dwindled to a Farce ? When did his Mufe from Fletcher fcenes purloin , As thou whole Eth'ridg doft transfufe to thine ? But fo transfus'd as Oyl and Waters flow , His always floats above , thine finks below . This is thy ...
Pagina 54
... play . Young Tarquin doth adorn his Noble Feafts , The Captains treats , and thus befpeaks his Guests ; Whilft we lye lingring in a tedious War , And far from Conqueft tixed out with Care , How do our Women lead their Lives at Rome ...
... play . Young Tarquin doth adorn his Noble Feafts , The Captains treats , and thus befpeaks his Guests ; Whilft we lye lingring in a tedious War , And far from Conqueft tixed out with Care , How do our Women lead their Lives at Rome ...
Pagina 55
... play . Thence to Lucretia's , She a lovely Soul , Her Basket lay before her , and her Wooll , Sate midft her Maids , and as they wrought the faid , Make hafte , ' tis for my Lord as foon as made ; Yet what d'ye hear ? ( for you ...
... play . Thence to Lucretia's , She a lovely Soul , Her Basket lay before her , and her Wooll , Sate midft her Maids , and as they wrought the faid , Make hafte , ' tis for my Lord as foon as made ; Yet what d'ye hear ? ( for you ...
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The First (-Sixth) Part of Miscellany Poems, Publ. by Mr. Dryden Miscellany Poems Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2016 |
The First (-Sixth) Part of Miscellany Poems, Publ. by Mr. Dryden Miscellany Poems Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2016 |
The First (-Sixth) Part of Miscellany Poems, Publ. by Mr. Dryden Miscellany Poems Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2016 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...