The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes, 5. kötetA. Constable & Company, 1821 |
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7. oldal
... honour , and unshaken resolution ; making his greatness , and the true interest of your country , the standard and mea- sure of your actions . Fortune may desert the wise and brave , but true virtue never will forsake itself . * It is ...
... honour , and unshaken resolution ; making his greatness , and the true interest of your country , the standard and mea- sure of your actions . Fortune may desert the wise and brave , but true virtue never will forsake itself . * It is ...
8. oldal
... honour ; -to be great with- in , and by the constancy of their resolutions , to teach the inferior world how they ... honours has been of rare example in the world : * Few men have frown- ed first upon fortune , and precipitated ...
... honour ; -to be great with- in , and by the constancy of their resolutions , to teach the inferior world how they ... honours has been of rare example in the world : * Few men have frown- ed first upon fortune , and precipitated ...
9. oldal
... honours , to which the highest ambition of an English subject could aspire , will apply to you , with much more reason ... honour , and of whose patronage the best of his endeavours had been unworthy : But I had not satisfied myself in ...
... honours , to which the highest ambition of an English subject could aspire , will apply to you , with much more reason ... honour , and of whose patronage the best of his endeavours had been unworthy : But I had not satisfied myself in ...
30. oldal
... honour , in a lump : but , captain , you were saying you did want ; now I should think three hundred doubloons would do you no great harm ; they will serve to make you merry on the watch . Per . Must they be told into my wife's hand ...
... honour , in a lump : but , captain , you were saying you did want ; now I should think three hundred doubloons would do you no great harm ; they will serve to make you merry on the watch . Per . Must they be told into my wife's hand ...
33. oldal
... honour into the bargain . [ Exit . Beam . Now , Mr Fiscal , you are the happy man with the ladies , and have got the precedence of traffic here too ; you've the Indies in your arms , yet I hope a poor Englishman may come in for a third ...
... honour into the bargain . [ Exit . Beam . Now , Mr Fiscal , you are the happy man with the ladies , and have got the precedence of traffic here too ; you've the Indies in your arms , yet I hope a poor Englishman may come in for a third ...
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The Works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes ..., 12. kötet John Dryden Korlátozott előnézet - 2021 |
The Works of John Dryden, Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes Volume 12 Sir Walter Scott Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
The Works of John Dryden, Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes Volume 12 Sir Walter Scott Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
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291. oldal - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them...
321. oldal - Errors like Straws upon the surface flow; He who would search for Pearls must dive below.
292. oldal - A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange, invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her ; and Antony, Enthroned in the market-place, did sit alone, Whistling to the air ; which, but for vacancy, Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, And made a gap in nature.
331. oldal - Lie there, thou shadow of an emperor; The place thou pressest on thy mother earth Is all thy empire now: now it contains thee; Some few days hence, and then 'twill be too large, When thou'rt contracted in thy narrow urn, Shrunk to a few cold ashes; then Octavia (For Cleopatra will not live to see it), Octavia then will have...
188. oldal - Let him retire, betwixt two ages cast, The first of this, and hindmost of the last. A losing gamester, let him sneak away ; He bears no ready money from the play. The fate, which governs poets, thought it fit 55 He should not raise his fortunes by his wit.
332. oldal - Sure there's contagion in the tears of friends • See, I have caught it too. Believe me, 'tis not For my own griefs, but thine.
312. oldal - If a little glittering in discourse has passed them on us for witty men, where was the necessity of undeceiving the world ? Would a man who has an ill title to an estate, but yet is in possession of it, would he bring it of his own accord to be tried at Westminster?
240. oldal - DISTRUST, and darkness of a future state, Make poor mankind so fearful of their fate. Death, in itself, is nothing ; but we fear, To be we know not what, we know not where.
241. oldal - tis all a cheat ; Yet, fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit ; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay : To-morrow's falser than the former day ; Lies worse, and, while it says, we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
307. oldal - Particularly, the action is so much one that it is the only of the kind without episode or underplot; every scene in the tragedy conducing to the main design, and every act concluding with a turn of it.