The first (-sixth) part of Miscellany poems, publ. by Mr. Dryden, الجزء 11716 |
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الصفحة 4
... father's Right , and Realms defence , Ne'er to have Peace with Wit , nor truce with Senfe . The King himself the facred Unction made , As King by Office , and as Priest by Trade : In his finifter hand , inftead of Ball , He plac'd a ...
... father's Right , and Realms defence , Ne'er to have Peace with Wit , nor truce with Senfe . The King himself the facred Unction made , As King by Office , and as Priest by Trade : In his finifter hand , inftead of Ball , He plac'd a ...
الصفحة 5
... Father's be his Throne ; Beyond love's Kingdom let him ftretch his Pen ; He paus'd , and all the People cry'd Amen . Then thus , continu'd he , my Son advance Still in new Impudence , new Ignorance . Success let others teach , learn ...
... Father's be his Throne ; Beyond love's Kingdom let him ftretch his Pen ; He paus'd , and all the People cry'd Amen . Then thus , continu'd he , my Son advance Still in new Impudence , new Ignorance . Success let others teach , learn ...
الصفحة 6
... Father Flecknoe fire thy Mind with praise , And Unkle Ogleby thy Envy raise . Thou art my blood , where Johnson has no part ; What share have we in Nature or in Art ? Where did his wit on learning fix a brand , And rail at Arts he did ...
... Father Flecknoe fire thy Mind with praise , And Unkle Ogleby thy Envy raise . Thou art my blood , where Johnson has no part ; What share have we in Nature or in Art ? Where did his wit on learning fix a brand , And rail at Arts he did ...
الصفحة 7
... . Sinking he left his Drugget Robe behind , Born upwards by a Subterranean wind . The Mantle fell to the young Prophet's part , With double portion of his Father's Art . B4 AND ACHITOPHEL A POEM . Si propiùs ftes Te capiet MAC FLECK NOE .
... . Sinking he left his Drugget Robe behind , Born upwards by a Subterranean wind . The Mantle fell to the young Prophet's part , With double portion of his Father's Art . B4 AND ACHITOPHEL A POEM . Si propiùs ftes Te capiet MAC FLECK NOE .
الصفحة 16
... Father's Fondness , and the Poet's Wit . Here all confent in Wonder and in Praife , And to the Unknown Poet Altars raise . Which thou must needs accept with equal joy , As when Aneas heard the Wars of Troy , Wrapt up himself in darkness ...
... Father's Fondness , and the Poet's Wit . Here all confent in Wonder and in Praife , And to the Unknown Poet Altars raise . Which thou must needs accept with equal joy , As when Aneas heard the Wars of Troy , Wrapt up himself in darkness ...
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...