The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes. Illustrated with Notes, Historical, Critical, and Explanatory, and a Life of the Author, Bind 11William Miller, 1808 |
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... fear of danger can there be ? Beauty , which captives all things , sets me free . Posterity will judge by my success , I had the Grecian poet's happiness , Who , waving plots , found out a better way ; Some God descended , and preserved ...
... fear of danger can there be ? Beauty , which captives all things , sets me free . Posterity will judge by my success , I had the Grecian poet's happiness , Who , waving plots , found out a better way ; Some God descended , and preserved ...
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... fear , Before your play my name should not appear ; For ' twill be thought , and with some colour too , I pay the bribe I first received from you ; That mutual vouchers for our fame we stand , And play the game into each others hand ...
... fear , Before your play my name should not appear ; For ' twill be thought , and with some colour too , I pay the bribe I first received from you ; That mutual vouchers for our fame we stand , And play the game into each others hand ...
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... fear of shame ; So has the mighty merit of your play Extorted praise , and forced itself a way . ' Tis here as ' tis at sea ; who farthest goes , Or dares the most , makes all the rest his foes . Yet when some virtue much outgrows the ...
... fear of shame ; So has the mighty merit of your play Extorted praise , and forced itself a way . ' Tis here as ' tis at sea ; who farthest goes , Or dares the most , makes all the rest his foes . Yet when some virtue much outgrows the ...
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... fear , nor sacred Virgil's page : Our English palace opens wide in state , And without stooping they may pass the gate . * In this verse , which savours of the bathos , our author passes from Roscommon to Mulgrave ; another " author ...
... fear , nor sacred Virgil's page : Our English palace opens wide in state , And without stooping they may pass the gate . * In this verse , which savours of the bathos , our author passes from Roscommon to Mulgrave ; another " author ...
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... fear ; Each test , and every light , her muse will bear , Though Epictetus with his lamp were there . E'en love ( for love sometimes her muse exprest ) Was but a lambent flame which played about her breast : Light as the vapours of a ...
... fear ; Each test , and every light , her muse will bear , Though Epictetus with his lamp were there . E'en love ( for love sometimes her muse exprest ) Was but a lambent flame which played about her breast : Light as the vapours of a ...
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Side 188 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down.
Side 183 - Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son : Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
Side 99 - FAREWELL, too little, and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own: For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine.
Side 187 - Now strike the golden lyre again ; A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has raised up his head ; As awaked from the dead, And amazad, he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Side 167 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead.
Side 207 - Milton was the poetical son of Spenser, and Mr. Waller of Fairfax ; for we have our lineal descents and clans, as well as other families. Spenser more than once insinuates that the soul of Chaucer was transfused into his body, and that he was begotten by him two hundred years after his decease.
Side 185 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure : Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain...
Side 190 - Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire: Come, and Thy sacred unction bring, To sanctify us while we sing.
Side 191 - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe : Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honour, endless fame, Attend the...
Side 186 - On the bare earth exposed he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes. With downcast looks the joyless victor sate, Revolving in his altered soul The various turns of Chance below ; And, now and then, a sigh he stole, And tears began to flow.