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... , with more Industry than others court it ! How little do You affect what the Cry of the Populace wou'd make one believe You promoted fo much ! A Tumult * A 2 is is a Frenzy you neither like nor Encourage ; nor DEDICATION .
... , with more Industry than others court it ! How little do You affect what the Cry of the Populace wou'd make one believe You promoted fo much ! A Tumult * A 2 is is a Frenzy you neither like nor Encourage ; nor DEDICATION .
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... wou'd have wafted it felf in two or three : Paftorals of Theo- critus , and as many Odes of Horace . But finding , or at least thinking I found , fomething that was more pleafing in them , than my ordinary Productions , 1 A 3.
... wou'd have wafted it felf in two or three : Paftorals of Theo- critus , and as many Odes of Horace . But finding , or at least thinking I found , fomething that was more pleafing in them , than my ordinary Productions , 1 A 3.
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... wou'd not appear fo fhining in the English : And where I have enlarg'd them , I defire the falfe Criticks wou'd not always think , that those thoughts are wholly mine , but that either they are fecretly in the Poet , or may be fairly ...
... wou'd not appear fo fhining in the English : And where I have enlarg'd them , I defire the falfe Criticks wou'd not always think , that those thoughts are wholly mine , but that either they are fecretly in the Poet , or may be fairly ...
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... wou'd in- terpret . For Example , not only the Thoughts , but the Stile and Verfi- fication of Virgil and Ovid , are very different : Yet I fee , even in our best Poets , who have Tranflated fome parts of them , that they have con ...
... wou'd in- terpret . For Example , not only the Thoughts , but the Stile and Verfi- fication of Virgil and Ovid , are very different : Yet I fee , even in our best Poets , who have Tranflated fome parts of them , that they have con ...
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... wou'd allow . I may feem fometimes to have varied from his Senfe ; but I think the greatest Va- riations may be fairly deduc'd from him ; and where I leave his Com- mentators , it may be I understand him better : At least I Writ with ...
... wou'd allow . I may feem fometimes to have varied from his Senfe ; but I think the greatest Va- riations may be fairly deduc'd from him ; and where I leave his Com- mentators , it may be I understand him better : At least I Writ with ...
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The First (-Sixth) Part of Miscellany Poems, Publ. by Mr. Dryden Miscellany Poems ¹Ì¸®º¸±â ¾øÀ½ - 2016 |
The First (-Sixth) Part of Miscellany Poems, Publ. by Mr. Dryden Miscellany Poems ¹Ì¸®º¸±â ¾øÀ½ - 2016 |
The First (-Sixth) Part of Miscellany Poems, Publ. by Mr. Dryden Miscellany Poems ¹Ì¸®º¸±â ¾øÀ½ - 2016 |
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148 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...