The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes. Illustrated with Notes, Historical, Critical, and Explanatory, and a Life of the Author, 11. kötetWilliam Miller, 1808 |
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... 've done , nor longer will withhold Thy greedy eyes ; looking on this pure gold , Thou it know adulterate copper : which , like this , Will only serve to be a foil to his . EPISTLE THE SECOND . TO MY HONOURED FRIEND SIR ROBERT.
... 've done , nor longer will withhold Thy greedy eyes ; looking on this pure gold , Thou it know adulterate copper : which , like this , Will only serve to be a foil to his . EPISTLE THE SECOND . TO MY HONOURED FRIEND SIR ROBERT.
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... eyes discerned the doubtful streak Of light , you saw great Charles his morning break : † So skilful seamen ken the land from far , Which shows like mists to the dull passenger . To Charles your muse first pays her duteous love , As ...
... eyes discerned the doubtful streak Of light , you saw great Charles his morning break : † So skilful seamen ken the land from far , Which shows like mists to the dull passenger . To Charles your muse first pays her duteous love , As ...
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... drowned ; And all the stars , that shine in southern skies , Had been admired by none but savage eyes . The copy prefixed to the " Chorea Gigantum " reads , Until ' twas . * t Among the assertors of free reason's claim , 14.
... drowned ; And all the stars , that shine in southern skies , Had been admired by none but savage eyes . The copy prefixed to the " Chorea Gigantum " reads , Until ' twas . * t Among the assertors of free reason's claim , 14.
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... eyes , Should they behold her at a play , As she's tricked up on holiday , When the whole family combine , For public pride , to make her shine ! Her locks , which long before lay matted , Are on this day combed out and plaited ; A ...
... eyes , Should they behold her at a play , As she's tricked up on holiday , When the whole family combine , For public pride , to make her shine ! Her locks , which long before lay matted , Are on this day combed out and plaited ; A ...
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... eyes with tears ! The last of Charles's bards ! The living name , That rose , in that Augustan age , to fame ! And you , his brother authors , bravely dare To join to - night the squadrons of the fair ; With zeal protect your veteran ...
... eyes with tears ! The last of Charles's bards ! The living name , That rose , in that Augustan age , to fame ! And you , his brother authors , bravely dare To join to - night the squadrons of the fair ; With zeal protect your veteran ...
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The Works of John Dryden, Vol. 18 of 18: Illustrated With Notes, Historical ... John Dryden Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2017 |
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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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188. oldal - 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.
183. oldal - 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...
99. oldal - 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.
187. oldal - 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...
167. oldal - 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.
207. oldal - 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.
185. oldal - 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...
190. oldal - Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire: Come, and Thy sacred unction bring, To sanctify us while we sing.
191. oldal - 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...
186. oldal - 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.