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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... Corydon and Thyrfis met , Are at their favory dinner fet Of Herbs , and other Country Meffes , Which the neat - handed Phillis dreffes ; And then in hafte her Bowre the leaves , With Theftylis to bind the Sheaves ; Or if the earlier ...
... Corydon and Thyrfis met , Are at their favory dinner fet Of Herbs , and other Country Meffes , Which the neat - handed Phillis dreffes ; And then in hafte her Bowre the leaves , With Theftylis to bind the Sheaves ; Or if the earlier ...
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... Corydon destroy , The lov'd Alexis was his Mafter's Joy . No refpite from his Grief the Shepherd knew , But daily walk'd where fhady Beeches grew : Where ftretch'd on Earth , alone he thus complains , And in thefe accents tells the ...
... Corydon destroy , The lov'd Alexis was his Mafter's Joy . No refpite from his Grief the Shepherd knew , But daily walk'd where fhady Beeches grew : Where ftretch'd on Earth , alone he thus complains , And in thefe accents tells the ...
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... Corydon , Nor will Alexis with thy Gifts be won : Nor canft thou hope , if Gifts his Mind cou'd sway , That rich Iolas wou'd to thee give way . Ah me ! while I fond wretch indulge my Dreams , Winds blast my Flow'rs , and Boars bemire my ...
... Corydon , Nor will Alexis with thy Gifts be won : Nor canft thou hope , if Gifts his Mind cou'd sway , That rich Iolas wou'd to thee give way . Ah me ! while I fond wretch indulge my Dreams , Winds blast my Flow'rs , and Boars bemire my ...
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... Corydon wooes Alexis ; but finding he could not prevail , he refolves to follow his Affairs , and forget his Paffion . ALEXI S. Young in humble Oung Corydon ( hard Fate ) an humble Swain He lov'd , but could not hope for Love again ...
... Corydon wooes Alexis ; but finding he could not prevail , he refolves to follow his Affairs , and forget his Paffion . ALEXI S. Young in humble Oung Corydon ( hard Fate ) an humble Swain He lov'd , but could not hope for Love again ...
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... and many a pretty thing : The Lawrel and the neighb'ring Myrtle Tree , Confus'dly planted ' cause they both agree [ thee . And prove more sweet , shall send their boughs to Ah Corydon ! thou art a foolish Swain , Ard MISCELLANY POEMS . 323.
... and many a pretty thing : The Lawrel and the neighb'ring Myrtle Tree , Confus'dly planted ' cause they both agree [ thee . And prove more sweet , shall send their boughs to Ah Corydon ! thou art a foolish Swain , Ard MISCELLANY POEMS . 323.
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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.