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... give You fo great a Fortune ; fo none but Heav'n , who inspir'd him to do it , fuch a Soul to use it . How often has Your Charity feem'd a Profufion , and always done with a Grace and Behaviour ftill greater ! For the Wants of many that ...
... give You fo great a Fortune ; fo none but Heav'n , who inspir'd him to do it , fuch a Soul to use it . How often has Your Charity feem'd a Profufion , and always done with a Grace and Behaviour ftill greater ! For the Wants of many that ...
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... give his Author's Senfe , in good English , in Poetical expreffions , and in Mufi- , cal numbers : For , though all these . are exceeding difficult to perform , there yet remains an harder task ; and ' tis a Secret of which few Tranf ...
... give his Author's Senfe , in good English , in Poetical expreffions , and in Mufi- , cal numbers : For , though all these . are exceeding difficult to perform , there yet remains an harder task ; and ' tis a Secret of which few Tranf ...
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... Roman in its Majefty : Neareft indeed , but with a vaft Interval betwixt them . There is an inimitable grace in Virgil's words , and in them principally confifts that beauty , which gives fo inexpreffible a pleasure to him PREFACE . Xiii.
... Roman in its Majefty : Neareft indeed , but with a vaft Interval betwixt them . There is an inimitable grace in Virgil's words , and in them principally confifts that beauty , which gives fo inexpreffible a pleasure to him PREFACE . Xiii.
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Miscellany poems John Dryden. beauty , which gives fo inexpreffible a pleasure to him who beft under- ftands their force ; this Diction of his , I must once again fay , is never to be Copied ; and fince it cannot , he will appear but ...
Miscellany poems John Dryden. beauty , which gives fo inexpreffible a pleasure to him who beft under- ftands their force ; this Diction of his , I must once again fay , is never to be Copied ; and fince it cannot , he will appear but ...
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... give it a worfe Word ; ) instead of an Anfwer , I wou'd ask again of my ' Supercilious Adverfaries , whether I am not bound , when I Tranflate an Author , to do him all the right I can , and to Tranflate him to the best advantage ? If ...
... give it a worfe Word ; ) instead of an Anfwer , I wou'd ask again of my ' Supercilious Adverfaries , whether I am not bound , when I Tranflate an Author , to do him all the right I can , and to Tranflate him to the best advantage ? If ...
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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 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...
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 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...