The First Part of Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets: Together with Several Original Poems, Parte 5Jacob Tonson at Shakespear's Head over-against Katharine-Street in the Strand., 1716 |
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... faid that Thunder - ftruck Enceladus , Grov❜ling beneath th ' incumbent Mountain's Weight Lyes ftretch'd fupine , Eternal Prey of Flames ; And when he heaves against the burning Load , Reluctant to invert his broiling Limbs , A fudden ...
... faid that Thunder - ftruck Enceladus , Grov❜ling beneath th ' incumbent Mountain's Weight Lyes ftretch'd fupine , Eternal Prey of Flames ; And when he heaves against the burning Load , Reluctant to invert his broiling Limbs , A fudden ...
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... faid , I give to other Hands , Thy Wreaths of Empire are Francelia's Bands ; My darling Son , and most distinguish'd Care , For thee this double Portion I prepare , Thou , glorious thou , Francelia's Chains fhalt wear . And from this ...
... faid , I give to other Hands , Thy Wreaths of Empire are Francelia's Bands ; My darling Son , and most distinguish'd Care , For thee this double Portion I prepare , Thou , glorious thou , Francelia's Chains fhalt wear . And from this ...
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... faid he , your Deities implore For fruitless Aid , for I defie their Pow'r . Then with a curft malicious Joy furvey'd The very Altars , ftain'd with Trophies of the Dead . The rest grown mad , and frantick with Despair , Urge their own ...
... faid he , your Deities implore For fruitless Aid , for I defie their Pow'r . Then with a curft malicious Joy furvey'd The very Altars , ftain'd with Trophies of the Dead . The rest grown mad , and frantick with Despair , Urge their own ...
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... faid I , if common Fame fays true , If e're gina gave thofe Joys to you , If e're you lay enclos'd in her Embrace , Fond of her Charms and eager to poffefs ; O Father , if you do not yet disclaim Paternal Care , nor yet difown the Name ...
... faid I , if common Fame fays true , If e're gina gave thofe Joys to you , If e're you lay enclos'd in her Embrace , Fond of her Charms and eager to poffefs ; O Father , if you do not yet disclaim Paternal Care , nor yet difown the Name ...
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... faid he , and fee your Faith and Hopes furpaft : I follow , and , confus'd with Wonder , view Thofe Shapes which my prefaging Slumbers drew : I faw , and own'd , and call'd them Subjects ; they Confeft my Pow'r , fubmiffive to my Sway ...
... faid he , and fee your Faith and Hopes furpaft : I follow , and , confus'd with Wonder , view Thofe Shapes which my prefaging Slumbers drew : I faw , and own'd , and call'd them Subjects ; they Confeft my Pow'r , fubmiffive to my Sway ...
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The First [-sixth] Part of Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of ..., Volume 5 John Dryden Visualização integral - 1727 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Æneid againſt Arms Atrides Beauty beft Bleffings bleft boaſt Breaft bright Caufe Cauſe CHARLES HOPKINS Charms cloſe cou'd Courſe Defire Delight Deſpair Diſeaſe doth e'er Earth ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fafely faid fair fame Hand Fate Fayrie fear fecure feek feems felf fent fhall fhine fhou'd fince fing Fire firft firſt flain Flame foft fome foon Friend ftand ftill fuch fure fweet Gods Grace happy Heart Heav'n himſelf inſpire Joys juft Kings Lady laft leaſt lefs Light loft lov'd Love Lover mighty moft mortal moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er Numbers Nymph o'er Oberon Paffion paft pleaſe Pleaſure Poets Pow'r Praiſe Pray'r Queen Queen Mab Rage Reaſon reft rife Satyr Senfe ſhall ſhe Soul ſpread Swain thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou Thoughts thouſand thro twas Verſe Whilft whofe Whoſe wou'd wretched Youth
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Página 89 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Página 287 - TO MY DEAR FRIEND MR. CONGREVE, ON HIS COMEDY CALLED ' THE DOUBLE DEALER. 1694. WELL then, the promised hour is come at last, The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our sires, and as they fought they writ, Conquering with force of arms and dint of wit: Theirs was the giant race before the flood ; And thus, when Charles return'd, our empire stood. Like Janus...
Página 214 - Born to the spacious empire of the Nine, One would have thought she should have been content To manage well that mighty government; But what can young ambitious souls confine? To the next realm she stretch'd her sway, For Painture near adjoining lay, A plenteous province, and alluring prey. A Chamber of Dependencies was framed, (As conquerors will never want pretence, When arm'd, to justify the offence) And the whole fief, in right of poetry, she claim'd.
Página 87 - Who fears not to do ill, yet fears the name, And, free from conscience, is a slave to fame. Thus he the church at once protects and spoils ; But princes' swords are sharper than their styles : And thus to th' ages past he makes amends, Their charity destroys, their faith defends.
Página 89 - Indies ours ; finds wealth where 'tis, bestows it where it wants, cities in deserts, woods in cities, plants : so that to us no thing, no place, is strange, while his fair bosom is the world's exchange.
Página 252 - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe: Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honour, endless fame, Attend the...
Página 282 - In times o'ergrown with Rust and Ignorance, A gainful Trade their Clergy did advance: When want of Learning kept the Laymen low, And none but Priests were Authoriz'd to know.
Página 91 - To his friends' pity, and pursuers' scorn, With shame remembers, while himself was one Of the same herd, himself the same had done. Thence to the coverts and the conscious groves, The scene of his past triumphs and his loves ; Sadly surveying where he rang'd alone Prince of the soil, and all the herd his own ; And, like a bold...
Página 136 - Twas I that gave thee thy renown; Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties lived unknown, Had not my verse exhaled thy name, And with it imped the wings of fame. That killing power is none of thine, I gave it to thy voice and eyes; • Thy sweets, thy graces, all are mine; Thou art my star, shin'st in my skies; Then dart not from thy borrowed sphere Lightning on him that fixed thee there.
Página 284 - Tis some relief, that points not clearly known, Without much hazard, may be let alone ; And, after hearing what our church can say...