Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Volume 1Jacob Tonson, 1716 - Classical poetry |
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... Woods , that is , all his Comparisons were taken from the Country : The fame may be faid of our Theocritus ; he is fofter than Ovid , he touches the Paflions more delicately ; and performs all this out of his own Fond , without diving ...
... Woods , that is , all his Comparisons were taken from the Country : The fame may be faid of our Theocritus ; he is fofter than Ovid , he touches the Paflions more delicately ; and performs all this out of his own Fond , without diving ...
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... found , Of Men , by Laws lefs circumfcrib'd and bound ; They led their wild defires to Woods and Caves ; And thought that all but Savages were Slaves . They who , when Saul was dead , without a 20 ABSALOM and ACHITOPHEE ,
... found , Of Men , by Laws lefs circumfcrib'd and bound ; They led their wild defires to Woods and Caves ; And thought that all but Savages were Slaves . They who , when Saul was dead , without a 20 ABSALOM and ACHITOPHEE ,
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... wood . This fet the Heathen Priesthood in a flame ; For Priefts of all Religions are the fame . Of whatfoe'er defcent their Godhead be , Stock , Stone , or other homely Pedigree , In his Defence his Servants are as bold , As if he had ...
... wood . This fet the Heathen Priesthood in a flame ; For Priefts of all Religions are the fame . Of whatfoe'er defcent their Godhead be , Stock , Stone , or other homely Pedigree , In his Defence his Servants are as bold , As if he had ...
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... Woods I ftray'd , A grifly foaming Wolf unfed , Met me unarm'd , yet trembling fled . No Beaft of more portentous fize , In the Hercinian Foreft lies ; None fiercer , in Numidia bred , With Carthage were in Triumph led . Set me in the ...
... Woods I ftray'd , A grifly foaming Wolf unfed , Met me unarm'd , yet trembling fled . No Beaft of more portentous fize , In the Hercinian Foreft lies ; None fiercer , in Numidia bred , With Carthage were in Triumph led . Set me in the ...
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... Woods their weighty ftrokes did And after the declining Sun [ found : Had chang'd the fhadows , and their Task was done , Home with their weary Team they took their way , And drown'd in friendly Bowls the labour of the day , Time ...
... Woods their weighty ftrokes did And after the declining Sun [ found : Had chang'd the fhadows , and their Task was done , Home with their weary Team they took their way , And drown'd in friendly Bowls the labour of the day , Time ...
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Page 152 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 159 - Twould stay, and run again, and stay, For it was nimbler much than hinds; And trod as if on the four winds. I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness, And all the springtime of the year It only loved to be there.
Page 166 - So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and, with new spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves.
Page 6 - This is thy province, this thy wondrous way, New humours to invent for each new play: This is that boasted...
Page 2 - Heywood and Shirley were but types of thee, Thou last great prophet of tautology: Even I, a dunce of more renown than they, ^ Was sent before but to prepare thy way: And coarsely clad in Norwich drugget came To teach the nations in thy greater name.
Page 153 - Softly on my eyelids laid; And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some Spirit to mortals good, Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Page 158 - Is dyed in such a purple grain. There is not such another in The world to offer for their sin.