Poetical Miscellanies: Consisting of Original Poems and TranslationsJ. Tonson, 1714 - 318 pàgines |
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Pàgina 8
... next headlong Steep of Anarchy . Dryd . Med . ACIS , changed into a River . Strait iffued from the Stone a Stream of Blood , Which toft the Purple , mingling with the Flood . } M } Then Then , like a troubled Torrent , it appear'd The.
... next headlong Steep of Anarchy . Dryd . Med . ACIS , changed into a River . Strait iffued from the Stone a Stream of Blood , Which toft the Purple , mingling with the Flood . } M } Then Then , like a troubled Torrent , it appear'd The.
Pàgina 9
... Flood , Up ftarts a Youth , and Navel high he stood : Horns from his Temples rife , and either Horn Thick Wreaths of Reeds , his native Growth , adorn : Were not his Stature taller than before , His Bulk augmented , and his Beauty more ...
... Flood , Up ftarts a Youth , and Navel high he stood : Horns from his Temples rife , and either Horn Thick Wreaths of Reeds , his native Growth , adorn : Were not his Stature taller than before , His Bulk augmented , and his Beauty more ...
Pàgina 10
... of Paffion , fuch as us moleft , Annoy the peaceful Region of his Breaft ; No boiling Luft fwell'd th'overflowing Blood , To bear down Reafon with th'impetuous Flood : } His His fpotlefs Mind knew yet no other Fire , Than до Ꭺ Ꭰ.
... of Paffion , fuch as us moleft , Annoy the peaceful Region of his Breaft ; No boiling Luft fwell'd th'overflowing Blood , To bear down Reafon with th'impetuous Flood : } His His fpotlefs Mind knew yet no other Fire , Than до Ꭺ Ꭰ.
Pàgina 11
... Flood . Black Thoughts of Vengeance feize his guilty Heart , And Confcience wounds him with her poifon'd Dart : Where Peace dwelt undifturb'd , and fmiling Light , Confufion now , Chaos , and horrid Night ; Black frowning Clouds , and ...
... Flood . Black Thoughts of Vengeance feize his guilty Heart , And Confcience wounds him with her poifon'd Dart : Where Peace dwelt undifturb'd , and fmiling Light , Confufion now , Chaos , and horrid Night ; Black frowning Clouds , and ...
Pàgina 19
... . Ovid . Transformation of ALCYONE and CETX . 1 She faid , and to the neighb'ring Mole fhe ftrode ,, Rais'd there to break th ' Incurfions of the Flood : Head . Headlong from thence to plunge her felf the springs ; AL 19.
... . Ovid . Transformation of ALCYONE and CETX . 1 She faid , and to the neighb'ring Mole fhe ftrode ,, Rais'd there to break th ' Incurfions of the Flood : Head . Headlong from thence to plunge her felf the springs ; AL 19.
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.