The first (-sixth) part of Miscellany poems, publ. by Mr. Dryden, Parte11716 |
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... bear : ' Tis after God's own heart to Cheat his Heir . He to his Brother gives Supreme Command ; To you a Legacy of Barren Land : Perhaps th ' old Harp on which he thrums his Lays ; Or fome dull Hebrew Ballad in your Praise . Then the ...
... bear : ' Tis after God's own heart to Cheat his Heir . He to his Brother gives Supreme Command ; To you a Legacy of Barren Land : Perhaps th ' old Harp on which he thrums his Lays ; Or fome dull Hebrew Ballad in your Praise . Then the ...
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... bear . Yet , fince they will divert my Native course , ' Tis time to fhew I am not good by force . Those heap'd Affronts that haughty Subjects bring , Are Burthens for a Camel , not a King : Kings are the publick Pillars of the State ...
... bear . Yet , fince they will divert my Native course , ' Tis time to fhew I am not good by force . Those heap'd Affronts that haughty Subjects bring , Are Burthens for a Camel , not a King : Kings are the publick Pillars of the State ...
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... bear his lofs ? what tears procure him eafe ? Or with what Vows the angry Powers appease ? ' Tis faid , he feven long months bewail'd his lofs On bleak and barren Rocks , on whofe cold mofs While languishing he fung his fatal flame , He ...
... bear his lofs ? what tears procure him eafe ? Or with what Vows the angry Powers appease ? ' Tis faid , he feven long months bewail'd his lofs On bleak and barren Rocks , on whofe cold mofs While languishing he fung his fatal flame , He ...
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... bear ; All drown'd in tears he gaz'd upon the Maid , And the with equal Grief the Swain furvey'd ; Till his imprifon'd paffion forc'd its way , And gave him leave faintly at laft to say , SIRENO . O my Diana ! who wou'd have believ'd ...
... bear ; All drown'd in tears he gaz'd upon the Maid , And the with equal Grief the Swain furvey'd ; Till his imprifon'd paffion forc'd its way , And gave him leave faintly at laft to say , SIRENO . O my Diana ! who wou'd have believ'd ...
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... fuch Excufes for himself pretends , Will eas'ly bear the abfence he defends . A little time , 1 fear , will quite deface Thy thoughts of me , to give another place : Fool that I was my weakness to betray , To -D 2 MISCELLANY POEMS . SI.
... fuch Excufes for himself pretends , Will eas'ly bear the abfence he defends . A little time , 1 fear , will quite deface Thy thoughts of me , to give another place : Fool that I was my weakness to betray , To -D 2 MISCELLANY POEMS . SI.
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The First (-Sixth) Part of Miscellany Poems, Publ. by Mr. Dryden Miscellany Poems Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
The First (-Sixth) Part of Miscellany Poems, Publ. by Mr. Dryden Miscellany Poems Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
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Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 147 - 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...
Página 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.
Página 148 - 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 167 - 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.
Página 164 - 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...
Página 162 - 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...