The first (-sixth) part of Miscellany poems, publ. by Mr. Dryden, 파트 11716 |
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... she glides away like wind ; And leaves repenting Folly far behind . Now , now the meets you with a glorious prize , And fpreads her Locks before her as the flies . Had thus Old David , from whofe Loins you Spring , Not dar'd , when ...
... she glides away like wind ; And leaves repenting Folly far behind . Now , now the meets you with a glorious prize , And fpreads her Locks before her as the flies . Had thus Old David , from whofe Loins you Spring , Not dar'd , when ...
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... she should have fled before ; Or fled the with his life , and left this Verse To hang on her departed Patron's Hearse ? Now take thy fteepy flight from Heav'n , and fee If thou canst find on Earth another He ; - Another He would be too ...
... she should have fled before ; Or fled the with his life , and left this Verse To hang on her departed Patron's Hearse ? Now take thy fteepy flight from Heav'n , and fee If thou canst find on Earth another He ; - Another He would be too ...
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... She faintly cry'd ; Night , and the Powers of Hell Surround my eyes , O Orpheus , O farewel : My hands ftretch forth to reach thee as before , But all in vain , alas , I'm thine no more ; - No more allow'd to behold him or day ; Then ...
... She faintly cry'd ; Night , and the Powers of Hell Surround my eyes , O Orpheus , O farewel : My hands ftretch forth to reach thee as before , But all in vain , alas , I'm thine no more ; - No more allow'd to behold him or day ; Then ...
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... She a lovely Soul , Her Basket lay before her , and her Wooll , Sate midft her Maids , and as they wrought the faid , Make hafte , ' tis for my Lord as foon as made ; Yet what d'ye hear ? ( for you perchance may hear ) How long is't e ...
... She a lovely Soul , Her Basket lay before her , and her Wooll , Sate midft her Maids , and as they wrought the faid , Make hafte , ' tis for my Lord as foon as made ; Yet what d'ye hear ? ( for you perchance may hear ) How long is't e ...
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... She makes a Feast , And treats her Enemy as a welcome Gueft ; Now Supper's done , and fleep invites to Bed , And all was hufht , as Nature's felf lay dead . The Lamps put out , and all for reft design'd , No Fire in all the Houfe , but ...
... She makes a Feast , And treats her Enemy as a welcome Gueft ; Now Supper's done , and fleep invites to Bed , And all was hufht , as Nature's felf lay dead . The Lamps put out , and all for reft design'd , No Fire in all the Houfe , but ...
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148 페이지 - 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.
147 페이지 - 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...
145 페이지 - 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.
148 페이지 - 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.
34 페이지 - 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.
148 페이지 - 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...
152 페이지 - 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...
167 페이지 - 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.
164 페이지 - 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...
162 페이지 - 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...