The first (-sixth) part of Miscellany poems, publ. by Mr. Dryden, الجزء 11716 |
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الصفحة vii
... Ovid , are very different : Yet I fee , even in our best Poets , who have Tranflated fome parts of them , that they have con- founded their feveral Talents ; and by endeavouring only at the fweet- nefs and harmony of Numbers , have made ...
... Ovid , are very different : Yet I fee , even in our best Poets , who have Tranflated fome parts of them , that they have con- founded their feveral Talents ; and by endeavouring only at the fweet- nefs and harmony of Numbers , have made ...
الصفحة viii
Miscellany poems John Dryden. which was Ovid . It was objected againfta late noble Painter , that he drew many graceful Pictures , but few of them were like . And this hap- pen'd to him , because he always ftu- died himself more than ...
Miscellany poems John Dryden. which was Ovid . It was objected againfta late noble Painter , that he drew many graceful Pictures , but few of them were like . And this hap- pen'd to him , because he always ftu- died himself more than ...
الصفحة ix
... Ovid and Claudian , though they write in Stiles differing from each other , yet have each of them but one fort of Mufick in their Verfes . All the ver- fification and little variety of Clau dian , is included within the com- pafs of ...
... Ovid and Claudian , though they write in Stiles differing from each other , yet have each of them but one fort of Mufick in their Verfes . All the ver- fification and little variety of Clau dian , is included within the com- pafs of ...
الصفحة xiv
... too like the tenderness of Ovid ; and were Printed before I had con- fider'd them enough to alter them : The firft of them I have forgotten , and cannot easily retrieve , because the Copy is at the Prefs : The fe- cond xiv PREFACE .
... too like the tenderness of Ovid ; and were Printed before I had con- fider'd them enough to alter them : The firft of them I have forgotten , and cannot easily retrieve , because the Copy is at the Prefs : The fe- cond xiv PREFACE .
الصفحة xv
... Ovid wou'd . The Rea- der may pardon it , if he pleafe , for the freeness of the confeffion ; and inftead of that , and the former , ad- mit these two Lines which are more according to the Author , Nor ask I Life , nor fought with that ...
... Ovid wou'd . The Rea- der may pardon it , if he pleafe , for the freeness of the confeffion ; and inftead of that , and the former , ad- mit these two Lines which are more according to the Author , Nor ask I Life , nor fought with that ...
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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...