The Compositions in Prose and Verse of Mr. John Oldham: To which are Added Memoirs of His Life and Explanatory Notes Upon Some Obscure Passages of His Writings, المجلد 2

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W. Flexney, 1770 - 182 من الصفحات
 

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الصفحة 18 - Where, tho' perchance you may efcape from blame, Yet Praife you never can expeft, or claim ? Therefore be fure you ftudy to apply To the great Patterns of Antiquity : Ne'er lay the Greeks and Romans out of Sight, Ply them by Day, and think on them by Night. Rough...
الصفحة 86 - 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 ii - I therefore resolved to alter the Scene from Rome to London, and to make use of English Names of Men, Places and Customs, where the Parallel would decently permit, which I conceived would give a kind of new Air to the Poem, and render it more agreeable to the relish of the present Age.
الصفحة 100 - None, but a dark and empty Void, I find: Some little Hints, at length, like Sparks break thence, And glim'm'ring Thoughts...
الصفحة 102 - To me thou art, whate'er th'ambitious crave, And all that greedy misers want or have. In youth or age, in travel or at home ; Here, or in town, at London, or at Rome ; Rich, or a beggar, free, or in the Fleet, What'er my fate is, 'tis my fate to write.
الصفحة 168 - Rich in thy self, to whose unbounded store Exhausted Nature could vouchsafe no more: Thou could'st alone the Empire of the Stage maintain, Could'st all its Grandeur, and its Port sustain, Nor...
الصفحة 107 - Maul'd worse than Reading Christian, or Cellier, Till thou, daub'd o'er with loathsome filth, appear Like Brat of some vile Drab in Privy found, Which there has lain three Months in Ordure drown'd. The Plague of Poets, Rags, and Poverty, Debts, Writs...
الصفحة 112 - The skies and stars his properties must seem, Of all the creatures he's the lord, he cries. And who is there, say you, that dares deny So owned a truth?
الصفحة 59 - Moschus , bewailing the Death Of the Earl of ROCHESTER. Mourn all ye Groves, in darker shades be seen, Let Groans be heard, where gentle Winds have been: Ye Albion Rivers, weep your Fountains dry, And all ye Plants, your moisture spend, and die: Ye melancholy Flowers, which once were Men, Lament, until you be...
الصفحة 61 - Echoes every heav'nly close. Down to the melancholy Shades he's gone, And there to Lethe's Banks reports his moan : Nothing is heard upon the Mountains now But pensive Herds that for their Master low: Stragling and comfortless about they rove, Unmindful of their Pasture, and their Love.

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