The first (-sixth) part of Miscellany poems, publ. by Mr. Dryden, 파트 11716 |
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... grown From pardon'd Rebels , Kinsmen to the Throne ; Were rais'd in Pow'r and Publick Office high : Strong Bands , if Bands ungrateful men cou'd tye . Of these the falfe Achitophel was firft : A Name to all fucceeding Ages curft . For ...
... grown From pardon'd Rebels , Kinsmen to the Throne ; Were rais'd in Pow'r and Publick Office high : Strong Bands , if Bands ungrateful men cou'd tye . Of these the falfe Achitophel was firft : A Name to all fucceeding Ages curft . For ...
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... grown weary to poffefs A lawful Fame , and lazy Happiness ; Difdain'd the Golden Fruit to gather free , And lent the Croud his Arm to shake the Tree . Now Now , manifeft of Crimes , contriv'd long fince , 24 ABSALOM and ACHITOPHEL .
... grown weary to poffefs A lawful Fame , and lazy Happiness ; Difdain'd the Golden Fruit to gather free , And lent the Croud his Arm to shake the Tree . Now Now , manifeft of Crimes , contriv'd long fince , 24 ABSALOM and ACHITOPHEL .
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... Grow Stale and Tarnish with our dayly fight . Believe me , Royal Youth , thy Fruit must be Or gather'd Ripe , or rot upon the Tree . Heav'n has to all allotted , foon or late , Some lucky Revolution of their Fate : Whofe Motions , if we ...
... Grow Stale and Tarnish with our dayly fight . Believe me , Royal Youth , thy Fruit must be Or gather'd Ripe , or rot upon the Tree . Heav'n has to all allotted , foon or late , Some lucky Revolution of their Fate : Whofe Motions , if we ...
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... grown in Bathsheba's Embraces old : Exalts his Enemies , his Friends deftroys : And all his pow'r against himself employs . He gives , and let him give my Right away : But why fhould he his own , and yours betray ? He only , he can make ...
... grown in Bathsheba's Embraces old : Exalts his Enemies , his Friends deftroys : And all his pow'r against himself employs . He gives , and let him give my Right away : But why fhould he his own , and yours betray ? He only , he can make ...
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... 'ring World is fubject to this Curfe , To Phyfick their Disease into a worse . Now what Relief can Righteous David bring How Fatal ' tis to be too good a King ! Friends he has few , fo high the madness grows 40 ABSALOM and ACHITOPHEL .
... 'ring World is fubject to this Curfe , To Phyfick their Disease into a worse . Now what Relief can Righteous David bring How Fatal ' tis to be too good a King ! Friends he has few , fo high the madness grows 40 ABSALOM and ACHITOPHEL .
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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...