Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Volume 1Jacob Tonson, 1716 - Classical poetry |
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... whofe Conduct discovers that Moderation and Humility may be consistent with Superfluity and Power ; and that Show and Vanity are not conftant Atten- dants on Youth , and a great Estate . On how many Occafi- ons of late have You been ...
... whofe Conduct discovers that Moderation and Humility may be consistent with Superfluity and Power ; and that Show and Vanity are not conftant Atten- dants on Youth , and a great Estate . On how many Occafi- ons of late have You been ...
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... whofe beauties I have been endeavouring all my Life to imitate , fo abus'd , as I may fay , to their Faces , by a botching Interpreter . What English Readers , unacquainted with Greek or Latin , will believe me 带 or any other man ...
... whofe beauties I have been endeavouring all my Life to imitate , fo abus'd , as I may fay , to their Faces , by a botching Interpreter . What English Readers , unacquainted with Greek or Latin , will believe me 带 or any other man ...
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... whofe Fragments only fall to my Portion . What I have now perform'd , is no more than I intended above twenty Years ago : The ways of our Tranflation are very different ; he follows him more closely than I have done , which became an ...
... whofe Fragments only fall to my Portion . What I have now perform'd , is no more than I intended above twenty Years ago : The ways of our Tranflation are very different ; he follows him more closely than I have done , which became an ...
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... whofe Loyns recorded Psyche sprung . His Temples laft with Poppies were o'erfpread , That nodding feem'd to confecrate his head : Juft at the point of time , if Fame not lye , On his left hand twelve reverend Owls did fly . So Romulus ...
... whofe Loyns recorded Psyche sprung . His Temples laft with Poppies were o'erfpread , That nodding feem'd to confecrate his head : Juft at the point of time , if Fame not lye , On his left hand twelve reverend Owls did fly . So Romulus ...
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... whofe dear fake they drank a Flood Of Civil Gore , nor fpar'd the Royal - blood : The Caufe whofe Growth to crufh , our Prelates wrote In vain , almoft in vain our Hero's fought . Yet by one Stab of your keen Satyr dies : Before your ...
... whofe dear fake they drank a Flood Of Civil Gore , nor fpar'd the Royal - blood : The Caufe whofe Growth to crufh , our Prelates wrote In vain , almoft in vain our Hero's fought . Yet by one Stab of your keen Satyr dies : Before your ...
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Page 152 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 24 - Refuse his age the needful hours of rest ? Punish a body which he could not please ; Bankrupt of life, yet prodigal of ease ? And all to leave what with his toil he won, To that unfeather'd two-legg'd thing, a son ; Got while his soul did huddled notions try, And born a shapeless lump, like anarchy.
Page 159 - Twould stay, and run again, and stay, For it was nimbler much than hinds; And trod as if on the four winds. I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness, And all the springtime of the year It only loved to be there.
Page 166 - So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and, with new spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves.
Page 6 - This is thy province, this thy wondrous way, New humours to invent for each new play: This is that boasted...
Page 2 - Heywood and Shirley were but types of thee, Thou last great prophet of tautology: Even I, a dunce of more renown than they, ^ Was sent before but to prepare thy way: And coarsely clad in Norwich drugget came To teach the nations in thy greater name.
Page 153 - Softly on my eyelids laid; And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some Spirit to mortals good, Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Page 158 - Is dyed in such a purple grain. There is not such another in The world to offer for their sin.