The first (-sixth) part of Miscellany poems, publ. by Mr. Dryden, Մաս 11716 |
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... Soul to use it . How often has Your Charity feem'd a Profufion , and always done with a Grace and Behaviour ftill greater ! For the Wants of many that Ad- drefs to You laft no longer than the time of telling them . Wealth , if well ...
... Soul to use it . How often has Your Charity feem'd a Profufion , and always done with a Grace and Behaviour ftill greater ! For the Wants of many that Ad- drefs to You laft no longer than the time of telling them . Wealth , if well ...
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... Lucretius , ( I mean of his Soul and Genius ) is a certain kind of noble Pride , and pofitive Affertion of his Opinions . He is every where confident of his " own Reason , and affuming an abfo- lute Command xvi PREFACE ..
... Lucretius , ( I mean of his Soul and Genius ) is a certain kind of noble Pride , and pofitive Affertion of his Opinions . He is every where confident of his " own Reason , and affuming an abfo- lute Command xvi PREFACE ..
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... Soul , they are so abfurd , that I can- not , if I would , believe them . I think a future State demonftrable e- ven by natural Arguments ; at least to take away Rewards and Punish- ments , is only a pleafing profpect to a Man , who ...
... Soul , they are so abfurd , that I can- not , if I would , believe them . I think a future State demonftrable e- ven by natural Arguments ; at least to take away Rewards and Punish- ments , is only a pleafing profpect to a Man , who ...
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... English , ) not belonging to the Mortality of the Soul , which are ftrong enough to a reasonable Man , to make him lefs in love with Life , and confequently in less apprehensi- ons ons of Death . Such as are the natu- ral XX PREFACE .
... English , ) not belonging to the Mortality of the Soul , which are ftrong enough to a reasonable Man , to make him lefs in love with Life , and confequently in less apprehensi- ons ons of Death . Such as are the natu- ral XX PREFACE .
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... Soul of it , which confifts in the Warmth and Vigour of Fancy , the mafterly Fi- gures , and the Copioufnefs of Ima- gination , he has excell'd all others in this kind . Yet , if the Kind it felf be capable of more Perfection , though ...
... Soul of it , which confifts in the Warmth and Vigour of Fancy , the mafterly Fi- gures , and the Copioufnefs of Ima- gination , he has excell'd all others in this kind . Yet , if the Kind it felf be capable of more Perfection , though ...
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Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...