The First Part of Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets: Together with Several Original Poems. By the Most Eminent Hands. Publish'd by Mr. DrydenJacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... under Your Au- fpice that this Col- lection now appears . For who is fo proper to Patronise fome Pieces not unworthy of Virgil and Ho- race , as Mecanas ? Not only A Your Your Quality has diftinguifh'd You , but Nature too ;
... under Your Au- fpice that this Col- lection now appears . For who is fo proper to Patronise fome Pieces not unworthy of Virgil and Ho- race , as Mecanas ? Not only A Your Your Quality has diftinguifh'd You , but Nature too ;
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... fome parts of them which had most affected me in the reading . These were my natural Impulfes for the Undertaking : But there was an accidental . Motive , which was full as forcible . It was my Lord Rofcommon's Effay on Tranf- lated ...
... fome parts of them which had most affected me in the reading . These were my natural Impulfes for the Undertaking : But there was an accidental . Motive , which was full as forcible . It was my Lord Rofcommon's Effay on Tranf- lated ...
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... fome Beau- ty yet undiscover'd by thofe Pedants , which none but a Poet cou'd have found . Where have taken away fome of their Expreffions , and cut them shorter , it may poffibly be on this confideration , that what was beautiful in ...
... fome Beau- ty yet undiscover'd by thofe Pedants , which none but a Poet cou'd have found . Where have taken away fome of their Expreffions , and cut them shorter , it may poffibly be on this confideration , that what was beautiful in ...
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... fome indignation , look on an ill Copy of an excellent Ori- ginal : Much lefs can I behold with patience Virgil , Homer , and fome o- thers , whofe beauties I have been endeavouring all my Life to imitate , fo abus'd , as I may fay , to ...
... fome indignation , look on an ill Copy of an excellent Ori- ginal : Much lefs can I behold with patience Virgil , Homer , and fome o- thers , whofe beauties I have been endeavouring all my Life to imitate , fo abus'd , as I may fay , to ...
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... fome cry'd - up English Poet for their Model , adore him , and imitate him , as they think , without knowing wherein he is defective , where he is Boyish and trifling , wherein either his Thoughts are improper to his Subject , or his ...
... fome cry'd - up English Poet for their Model , adore him , and imitate him , as they think , without knowing wherein he is defective , where he is Boyish and trifling , wherein either his Thoughts are improper to his Subject , or his ...
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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 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 163 - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove afield, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...
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 6 - This is thy province, this thy wondrous way, New humours to invent for each new play : This is that boasted bias of thy mind, By which, one way, to dulness 'tis inclined: Which makes thy writings lean on one side still, And, in all changes, that way bends thy will.
Էջ 164 - What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore. The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Էջ 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.
Էջ 24 - Oh ! had he been content to serve the crown With virtues only proper to the gown, Or had the rankness of the soil been freed From cockle that oppressed the noble seed, David for him his tuneful harp had strung And Heaven had wanted one immortal song.
Էջ 167 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.