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The Works of Mr. John Oldham: Together with His Remains
<span dir=ltr>John Oldham</span>
لا تتوفر معاينة - 2015
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الصفحة 465 - Through the harm cadence of a rugged line. A noble error, and but feldom made, When poets are by too much force betray 'd. Tty .1 Thy generous fruits , though gather'd ere their prime, . Sfill fhew'da quicknefs; and maturing time But mellows what we write, to the dull fweets rhyme.
الصفحة 391 - Though he instructs the heels, and you the head. To such indulgence are kind parents grown, That nought costs less in breeding than a son; Nor is it hard to find a father now, Shall more upon a setting-dog allow, And with a freer hand reward the care Of training up his spaniel, than his heir.
الصفحة 465 - Thy generous fruits, though gathered ere their prime, Still showed a quickness ; and maturing time But mellows what we write to the dull sweets of rhyme. Once more, hail, and farewell ; farewell, thou young, But ah! too short, Marcellus of our tongue! Thy brows with ivy and with laurels bound; But fate and gloomy night encompass thee around.
الصفحة 421 - The wretch, at summing up his misspent days, Found nothing left, but poverty, and praise? Of all his gains by verse he could not save Enough to purchase flannel, and a grave: Reduc'd to want, he, in due time, fell sick, Was fain to die, and be interr'd on tick; And well might bless the fever that was sent, To rid him hence, and his worse fate prevent.
الصفحة 482 - And murmur'd, when by following Waves preft on, The following Waves forcing their Way to hear. Oft the fierce Wolf purfuing of the L'amb, Hungry and wildly certain of his Prey, Left the Purfuit rather than lofe the Sound.
الصفحة 393 - T has ever been the top of my Desires, The utmost height to which my wish aspires, That Heav'n would bless me with a small Estate, Where I might find...
الصفحة 465 - FAREWELL, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own: For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine.
الصفحة 236 - Beyond the straits of scanty time and place, Beyond the ebbs and flows of Matter's narrow seas, They reach and fill the ocean of eternity and space. Infused like some vast, mighty soul, Thou dost inform and actuate this spacious whole ; Thy unseen hand...
الصفحة 372 - There in a garret near the sky, Above five pair of stairs I lie. But if you'd have what you pretend, You may procure it nearer hand: In...
الصفحة 25 - It pitied holy Mother Church to see A world so drowned in gross idolatry ; It grieved to see such goodly nations hold Bad errors and unpardonable gold. Strange ! what a fervent zeal can coin infuse, What charity pieces of eight 2 produce ! So were you chosen the fittest to reclaim The pagan world, and give 'ta Christian name.