Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Volumen1Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... Cause You engage in , want the Sup ports of Licentioufness and Vi olence . You are well affur'd , that Hate is often Blind as well as Love ; and that none ought to be treated as Enemies , but those whom the Laws of Nature and Nations ...
... Cause You engage in , want the Sup ports of Licentioufness and Vi olence . You are well affur'd , that Hate is often Blind as well as Love ; and that none ought to be treated as Enemies , but those whom the Laws of Nature and Nations ...
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... Cause , that he is before hand with his Antagonists : Urging for them , whatever the imagin'd they could fay , and leaving them , as he fuppofes , without an Objection for the future . All this too , with fo much Scorn ده . ( and ...
... Cause , that he is before hand with his Antagonists : Urging for them , whatever the imagin'd they could fay , and leaving them , as he fuppofes , without an Objection for the future . All this too , with fo much Scorn ده . ( and ...
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... Cause , will render their Fudgment of lefs Authority against me . Yet if a Poem have a Genius , it will force its own reception in the World . For there's a sweet- nefs in good Verfe , which Tickles even while it Hurts : And no Man can ...
... Cause , will render their Fudgment of lefs Authority against me . Yet if a Poem have a Genius , it will force its own reception in the World . For there's a sweet- nefs in good Verfe , which Tickles even while it Hurts : And no Man can ...
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... cause . The Caufe for whofe dear fake they drank a Flood Of Civil Gore , nor fpar'd the Royal - blood : The Caufe whofe Growth to crufh , our Prelates wrote In vain , almoft in vain our Hero's fought . Yet by one Stab of your keen Satyr ...
... cause . The Caufe for whofe dear fake they drank a Flood Of Civil Gore , nor fpar'd the Royal - blood : The Caufe whofe Growth to crufh , our Prelates wrote In vain , almoft in vain our Hero's fought . Yet by one Stab of your keen Satyr ...
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... Cause by whom they eat and drink . From hence began that Plot , the Nation's Curse , Bad in it felf , but reprefented worse . Rais'd in extremes , and in extremes decry'd ; With Oaths affirm'd , with dying Vows deny'd . Not weigh'd , or ...
... Cause by whom they eat and drink . From hence began that Plot , the Nation's Curse , Bad in it felf , but reprefented worse . Rais'd in extremes , and in extremes decry'd ; With Oaths affirm'd , with dying Vows deny'd . Not weigh'd , or ...
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Página 152 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 6 - This is thy province, this thy wondrous way, New humours to invent for each new play: This is that boasted...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 158 - Is dyed in such a purple grain. There is not such another in The world to offer for their sin.