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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... once a beauty , and a fortune too . Of moral knowledge poesy was queen , And still she might , had wanton wits not been ; Who , like ill guardians , lived themselves at large , And , not content with that , debauched their charge , Like ...
... once a beauty , and a fortune too . Of moral knowledge poesy was queen , And still she might , had wanton wits not been ; Who , like ill guardians , lived themselves at large , And , not content with that , debauched their charge , Like ...
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... once the sacred Maro's temples wore . Eliza's griefs are so expressed by you , They are too eloquent to have been true . Had she so spoke , Æneas had obeyed What Dido , rather than what Jove , had said . If funeral rites can give a ...
... once the sacred Maro's temples wore . Eliza's griefs are so expressed by you , They are too eloquent to have been true . Had she so spoke , Æneas had obeyed What Dido , rather than what Jove , had said . If funeral rites can give a ...
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... ascends the throne , It shares at once his fortune and its own . " * The author speaks the language of astrology , in which geni- ture signifies nativity . EPISTLE THE THIRD . TO MY HONOURED FRIEND DR CHARLETON EPISTLES . 11.
... ascends the throne , It shares at once his fortune and its own . " * The author speaks the language of astrology , in which geni- ture signifies nativity . EPISTLE THE THIRD . TO MY HONOURED FRIEND DR CHARLETON EPISTLES . 11.
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... once thought but pools , of blood , ( Whether life's fuel , or the body's food , ) From dark oblivion Harvey's || name shall save ; While Ent keeps all the honour that he gave . * First edition , The English are not . + Bacon , Lord ...
... once thought but pools , of blood , ( Whether life's fuel , or the body's food , ) From dark oblivion Harvey's || name shall save ; While Ent keeps all the honour that he gave . * First edition , The English are not . + Bacon , Lord ...
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... once thought a temple , you have found A throne , where kings , our earthly gods , were crowned ; Where by their wondering subjects they were seen , Joyed with their stature , and their princely mien . Our sovereign here above the rest ...
... once thought a temple , you have found A throne , where kings , our earthly gods , were crowned ; Where by their wondering subjects they were seen , Joyed with their stature , and their princely mien . Our sovereign here above the rest ...
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ANNE KILLIGREW Arcite arms beauty behold betwixt blood Boccacio breast called Canterbury Tales Chanticleer charms Chaucer coursers crown Cymon dame death divine dream Dryden Duke Emily EPISTLE eyes fair fame fate father favour fear fight fire fortune gave grace grief Guiscard hand happy hast heart heaven honour JOHN DRYDEN kind king knew knight KNIGHT'S TALE lady laurel light live look lord lover Lysimachus maid mind mortal mourning muse never noble numbers o'er once Ovid pain Palamon panegyric play pleased pleasure poem poet poetry praise prince pursue queen race rest seems shewed sighed sight Sir George Etherege Sir Robert Howard soul stood sung sweet tale Tancred tears Thebes thee Theseus thine thing thou thought took translated Twas verses Virgil virtue vows wife Wife of Bath words youth
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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.