The first (-sixth) part of Miscellany poems, publ. by Mr. Dryden, Part 11716 |
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... Such as hang on Hebe's cheek , And love to live in dimple fleek ; Sport that wrinckled Care derides , And Laughter holding both his fides . VOL . 1 . H Come , and trip it as ye go On the MISCELLANY POEMS . 145 L'Allegro By Mr Milton P.
... Such as hang on Hebe's cheek , And love to live in dimple fleek ; Sport that wrinckled Care derides , And Laughter holding both his fides . VOL . 1 . H Come , and trip it as ye go On the MISCELLANY POEMS . 145 L'Allegro By Mr Milton P.
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Common terms and phrases
Ægypt Amyntas Arms beſt bleſs bleſſing bleſt call'd Cauſe Charms cloſe cou'd Croud cry'd Curſe Daphnis David Defire Delphis Deſign deſign'd Diſeaſe e'er eaſe eaſie ECLOGUE Euryalus Eyes facred faid fair falſe Fame Fate fear felf fing firſt flame Foes fome freſh Friend fuch Gods Grace Heart Heav'n juſt King laſt leſs loſe lov'd Love Lycidas mighty Mind MOPSUS moſt Muſe muſt ne'er never Night Numbers Nymph o'er Paffion paſs Paſſion paſt Peace pleaſe Pleaſure Poet Pow'r Praiſe preſent Prince Publick rage rais'd raiſe Reaſon reſt rife riſe roſe Sanhedrins Satyr ſay ſecure ſee ſeem'd ſeen ſelf Senſe ſent ſet ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhew ſhine ſhould ſhow Sireno ſmile ſoft ſome Soul ſpeak ſpread ſtand ſtill ſtream ſuch ſure Swain ſweet Tears tell thee theſe thoſe thou thought twas uſe Verſe whence Whilft whoſe Winds wou'd Youth
Popular passages
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...