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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9. oldal
... true . Had she so spoke , Æneas had obeyed What Dido , rather than what Jove , had said . If funeral rites can give a ghost repose , Your muse so justly has discharged those , Eliza's shade may now its wandering cease , And claim a ...
... true . Had she so spoke , Æneas had obeyed What Dido , rather than what Jove , had said . If funeral rites can give a ghost repose , Your muse so justly has discharged those , Eliza's shade may now its wandering cease , And claim a ...
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... TRUE FOUNDER . WALTER CHARLETON , M. D. was born in 1619 , and educated at Oxford to the profession of physic , in which he became very eminent . During the residence of King Charles I. at Oxford , in the civil wars , Charleton became ...
... TRUE FOUNDER . WALTER CHARLETON , M. D. was born in 1619 , and educated at Oxford to the profession of physic , in which he became very eminent . During the residence of King Charles I. at Oxford , in the civil wars , Charleton became ...
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... true , which is alleg- ed by some writers , that it was anciently called Stan - Hengist , or , indeed , whether that be true or no , the monument seems like- ly to have been a Saxon erection , during their days of paganisin ; for it is ...
... true , which is alleg- ed by some writers , that it was anciently called Stan - Hengist , or , indeed , whether that be true or no , the monument seems like- ly to have been a Saxon erection , during their days of paganisin ; for it is ...
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... True poets empty fame and praise despise , Fame is the trumpet , but your smile the prize . You sit above , and see vain men below Contend for what you only can bestow ; But those great actions others do by chance , Are , like your ...
... True poets empty fame and praise despise , Fame is the trumpet , but your smile the prize . You sit above , and see vain men below Contend for what you only can bestow ; But those great actions others do by chance , Are , like your ...
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... the crowd . But how should any sign - post dauber know The worth of Titian , or of Angelo ? Hard features every bungler can command ; To draw true beauty , shews a master's hand . EPISTLE THE SIXTH . ΤΟ THE EARL OF ROSCOMMON , EPISTLES .
... the crowd . But how should any sign - post dauber know The worth of Titian , or of Angelo ? Hard features every bungler can command ; To draw true beauty , shews a master's hand . EPISTLE THE SIXTH . ΤΟ THE EARL OF ROSCOMMON , EPISTLES .
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The Works of John Dryden, Vol. 18 of 18: Illustrated With Notes, Historical ... John Dryden Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2017 |
The Works of John Dryden, Vol. 12 of 18: Illustrated With Notes, Historical ... John Dryden Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
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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.