Poetical Miscellanies: Consisting of Original Poems and TranslationsJ. Tonson, 1714 - 318 páginas |
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... Dryd . Dr. Sprat , late Bishop , Mr. Dryden Jun . , Dryd . Jun . of Rochester . Sprat Mr. Duke . Sir George Etherege . Mr. Eufden . Mr. Farqhuar . Duke . Mr. Stafford . Staff Ether . Mr. Steele . Steele Eufd . Mr. Stepney . Step Farq ...
... Dryd . Dr. Sprat , late Bishop , Mr. Dryden Jun . , Dryd . Jun . of Rochester . Sprat Mr. Duke . Sir George Etherege . Mr. Eufden . Mr. Farqhuar . Duke . Mr. Stafford . Staff Ether . Mr. Steele . Steele Eufd . Mr. Stepney . Step Farq ...
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... Dryd . Conq.of Gram . p . 17 She's gone , and I like my own Ghost appear : Крт . ( p.1 . It is not living when the is not here . Dryd.Conq of Gran , Without her Prefence all my Joys are vain ; Empire a Curfe , and Life it felf a Pain ...
... Dryd . Conq.of Gram . p . 17 She's gone , and I like my own Ghost appear : Крт . ( p.1 . It is not living when the is not here . Dryd.Conq of Gran , Without her Prefence all my Joys are vain ; Empire a Curfe , and Life it felf a Pain ...
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... Dryd . State of Inn , The Trees are wither'd all , fince thou art gone , As if for thee they put their Mourning on ... Dryd.Virg . But , if Alexis from our Mountains fly , " Ev'n running Rivers leave their Channels dry . Dryd . Virg ...
... Dryd . State of Inn , The Trees are wither'd all , fince thou art gone , As if for thee they put their Mourning on ... Dryd.Virg . But , if Alexis from our Mountains fly , " Ev'n running Rivers leave their Channels dry . Dryd . Virg ...
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... Dryd . ( C. of Gran . p . z . Where Life and Light , with envious Hafte , Are torn and fnatch'd away : But oh ! how flowly Minutes rowl , When abfent from her Eyes , That fed my Love , which is my It languishes and dies : Soul ; For ...
... Dryd . ( C. of Gran . p . z . Where Life and Light , with envious Hafte , Are torn and fnatch'd away : But oh ! how flowly Minutes rowl , When abfent from her Eyes , That fed my Love , which is my It languishes and dies : Soul ; For ...
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... Dryd . Span . Fryar . AFRICAN . Behold the African , That traverses the vast Numidian Defarts In Quest of Prey , and lives upon his Bow : Coarfe are his Meals , the Fortune of the Chafe ; Amidst the running Stream he flakes his Thirft ...
... Dryd . Span . Fryar . AFRICAN . Behold the African , That traverses the vast Numidian Defarts In Quest of Prey , and lives upon his Bow : Coarfe are his Meals , the Fortune of the Chafe ; Amidst the running Stream he flakes his Thirft ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Alfo Arms Arth Battel Behold Blac Blood Bocc Bofom Breaft bright caft Cleom clofe Clouds Cong D'Aven Dart Death Defire dreadful Dryd Earth Ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fafe fair falfe Fame Fate Fear feem feem'd feen felf fhall fhews fhining fhould fierce filent Fire firft flain Flames Flow'rs foft fome foon fpread ftand ftill ftood fuch Fury fweet Gods Grief Ground Guife Head Heart Heav'n himſelf Honour Horrour Jove juft King laft Lanfd lefs Light loft Love mighty Milt moft muft muſt ne'er Night Nouns Number o'er Orph Ovid Paffion Participle Paffive Perfon fingular Plain Pleaſure Pow'r Rage reft rhyme rife rofe roul Senfe Shak Siege of Rhodes Skies Soul Spear ſtood Sword Termina Terminations thee thefe Theod third Perfon thofe thou thro trembling vaft Verbs Virg whofe Winds Words worfe Wound Yald
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Página 237 - O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Página 236 - Hell within him; for within him Hell He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell One step, no more than from himself, can fly By change of place...
Página 237 - Ah, wherefore! he deserved no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his service hard.
Página 149 - tis fair, yet seems to call a coach. The tuck'd-up sempstress walks with hasty strides, While streams run down her oil'd umbrella's sides. Here various kinds, by various fortunes led, Commence acquaintance underneath a shed. Triumphant Tories and desponding Whigs Forget their feuds, and join to save their wigs.
Página 235 - O prince, O chief of many throned powers, That led the embattled seraphim to war Under thy conduct, and in dreadful deeds 130 Fearless, endangered heaven's perpetual king; And put to proof his high supremacy, Whether upheld by strength, or chance, or fate...
Página 358 - Clusters in the Sun, Others to tread the liquid Harvest join, The groaning Presses foam with Floods of Wine. Here are the Vines in early Flow'r descry'd, Here Grapes discolour'd on the sunny Side, And there in Autumn's richest Purple dy'd.
Página 334 - Oft, as in Airy Rings they skim the Heath, The clam'rous Plovers feel the Leaden Death: Oft as the mounting Larks their Notes prepare, They fall, and leave their little Lives in Air.
Página 294 - WHAT shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own ? I shall, like beasts or common people, die, Unless you write my elegy ; Whilst others great, by being born, are grown; Their mothers' labour, not their own. In this scale gold, in th' other fame does lie, The weight of that mounts this so high.
Página 10 - O'er craggy mountains, and the flowery plain ; Through brakes and thickets forc'd his way, and flew Through many a ring, where once he did pursue. In vain he oft...
Página 326 - Let India boast her plants, nor envy we The weeping amber, or the balmy tree, While by our oaks the precious loads are borne, And realms commanded which those trees adorn.