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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... mind , even when employed in wresting ideas the wrong way . It is remark- able , also , that Dryden ventures to praise the verses of his pa- tron , on account of that absence of extravagant metaphor , and that sobriety of poetic ...
... mind , even when employed in wresting ideas the wrong way . It is remark- able , also , that Dryden ventures to praise the verses of his pa- tron , on account of that absence of extravagant metaphor , and that sobriety of poetic ...
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... mind would have been discouraged from in- vestigations , attended neither by fame nor profit . These essays were upon physical , philosophical , and moral subjects . After the Restoration , Charleton published the work upon which he is ...
... mind would have been discouraged from in- vestigations , attended neither by fame nor profit . These essays were upon physical , philosophical , and moral subjects . After the Restoration , Charleton published the work upon which he is ...
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... mind recal ; Of some the patron , and the friend to all ! In him the poets ' Nestor ye defend ! Great Otway's peer , and greater Dryden's friend . } Southerne , on his eighty - first birth day , was complimented with a copy of verses by ...
... mind recal ; Of some the patron , and the friend to all ! In him the poets ' Nestor ye defend ! Great Otway's peer , and greater Dryden's friend . } Southerne , on his eighty - first birth day , was complimented with a copy of verses by ...
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... mind , And when ' tis compassed leaves a sting behind . Suppose I had the better end o'the staff , Why should I help the ill - natured world to laugh ? " Tis all alike to them , who get the day ; They love the spite and mischief of the ...
... mind , And when ' tis compassed leaves a sting behind . Suppose I had the better end o'the staff , Why should I help the ill - natured world to laugh ? " Tis all alike to them , who get the day ; They love the spite and mischief of the ...
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... mind , but had not power to raise : Great Jonson did by strength of judgment please ; Yet , doubling Fletcher's force , he wants his ease . In differing talents both adorned their age ; One for the study , t'other for the stage . But ...
... mind , but had not power to raise : Great Jonson did by strength of judgment please ; Yet , doubling Fletcher's force , he wants his ease . In differing talents both adorned their age ; One for the study , t'other for the stage . But ...
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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.