The first (-sixth) part of Miscellany poems, publ. by Mr. Dryden, الجزء 11716 |
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... to Practife at Tufculum what he -had learned at Athens . I have fometime fince obfer- ved , that he who came to advise You was always more welcome , than he that came to flatter You ; ty You ; but if in any part of this DEDICATION .
... to Practife at Tufculum what he -had learned at Athens . I have fometime fince obfer- ved , that he who came to advise You was always more welcome , than he that came to flatter You ; ty You ; but if in any part of this DEDICATION .
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... fince it cannot , he will appear but lame in the best Tranflation . The turns of his Verfe , his breakings , his propriety , his num- bers , and his gravity , I have as far imitated , as the poverty of our Lan- guage , and the haftiness ...
... fince it cannot , he will appear but lame in the best Tranflation . The turns of his Verfe , his breakings , his propriety , his num- bers , and his gravity , I have as far imitated , as the poverty of our Lan- guage , and the haftiness ...
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... Dutch Com- mentators fay what they will , his Philofophy was Epicurean ; and he -made ufe of Gods and Providence , only to ferve a turn in Poetry . But a s fince neither his Criticifms ( which are the most instructive PREFACE . xxix.
... Dutch Com- mentators fay what they will , his Philofophy was Epicurean ; and he -made ufe of Gods and Providence , only to ferve a turn in Poetry . But a s fince neither his Criticifms ( which are the most instructive PREFACE . xxix.
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Miscellany poems John Dryden. fince neither his Criticifms ( which are the most instructive of any that are written in this Art ) nor his Sa- tyrs ( which are incomparably beyond Juvenal's , if to laugh and rally is to be preferr❜d to ...
Miscellany poems John Dryden. fince neither his Criticifms ( which are the most instructive of any that are written in this Art ) nor his Sa- tyrs ( which are incomparably beyond Juvenal's , if to laugh and rally is to be preferr❜d to ...
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... fince , That in this Pile fhould reign a mighty Prince , Born for a scourge of Wit , and flayl of Sense : To whom true dulnefs fhould fome Pfyches owe , But Worlds of Mifers from his pen fhould flow ; Humorists and Hypocrites it fhould ...
... fince , That in this Pile fhould reign a mighty Prince , Born for a scourge of Wit , and flayl of Sense : To whom true dulnefs fhould fome Pfyches owe , But Worlds of Mifers from his pen fhould flow ; Humorists and Hypocrites it fhould ...
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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...