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... delight of the Reader ; fo that the fame Sounds are never repeated twice together . On the contrary , Ovid and Claudian , though they write in Stiles differing from each other , yet have each of them but one fort of Mufick in their ...
... delight of the Reader ; fo that the fame Sounds are never repeated twice together . On the contrary , Ovid and Claudian , though they write in Stiles differing from each other , yet have each of them but one fort of Mufick in their ...
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... delight . But he was bent upon making Memmius a Materialift , and teaching him to de- fie an invifible Power : In fhort , he was fo much an Atheist , that he for- got fometimes to be a Poet . These are the Confiderations which I had of ...
... delight . But he was bent upon making Memmius a Materialift , and teaching him to de- fie an invifible Power : In fhort , he was fo much an Atheist , that he for- got fometimes to be a Poet . These are the Confiderations which I had of ...
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... Delight : Good , Gracious , Juft , Obfervant of the Laws ; And Heav'n by Wonders has efpous'd his Cause . Whom has he wrong'd in all his peaceful Reign Who fues for Juftice to his Throne in vain ? What Millions has he pardon'd of his ...
... Delight : Good , Gracious , Juft , Obfervant of the Laws ; And Heav'n by Wonders has efpous'd his Cause . Whom has he wrong'd in all his peaceful Reign Who fues for Juftice to his Throne in vain ? What Millions has he pardon'd of his ...
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... Delight , and War was all thy Own : Thy force , infus'd , the fainting Tyrians prop'd ; And haughty Pharaoh found his Fortune ftop'd . Oh Ancient Honour , Oh unconquer'd Hand , Whom Foes unpunish'd never cou'd withstand ! But Ifrael was ...
... Delight , and War was all thy Own : Thy force , infus'd , the fainting Tyrians prop'd ; And haughty Pharaoh found his Fortune ftop'd . Oh Ancient Honour , Oh unconquer'd Hand , Whom Foes unpunish'd never cou'd withstand ! But Ifrael was ...
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... Delight to Eyes that had no caufe to grieve , The fad Sireno fate , and fed his Sheep , Which now , alas ! he had no Joy to keep ; Since his hard Fate compell'd him to depart From her dear fight , who long had charm'd his heart . Fix'd ...
... Delight to Eyes that had no caufe to grieve , The fad Sireno fate , and fed his Sheep , Which now , alas ! he had no Joy to keep ; Since his hard Fate compell'd him to depart From her dear fight , who long had charm'd his heart . Fix'd ...
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The First (-Sixth) Part of Miscellany Poems, Publ. by Mr. Dryden Miscellany Poems Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
The First (-Sixth) Part of Miscellany Poems, Publ. by Mr. Dryden Miscellany Poems Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
The First (-Sixth) Part of Miscellany Poems, Publ. by Mr. Dryden Miscellany Poems Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
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Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...