The Miscellaneous Works of John Dryden, Esq: Containing All His Original Poems, Tales, and Translations ...J. and R. Tonson, 1767 |
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... beauty make their boaft , Tho ' beautiful is well in pious loft ; So loft as ftar - light is diffolv'd away , And melts into the brightness of the day ; Or gold about the regal diadem , Loft to improve the luftre of the gem . What can ...
... beauty make their boaft , Tho ' beautiful is well in pious loft ; So loft as ftar - light is diffolv'd away , And melts into the brightness of the day ; Or gold about the regal diadem , Loft to improve the luftre of the gem . What can ...
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... beauty , and a fortune too . Of moral knowledge poefy was queen , And ftill fhe might , had wanton wits not been ; Who , like ill guardians , liv'd themselves at large , And , not content with that , debauch'd their charge . Like fome ...
... beauty , and a fortune too . Of moral knowledge poefy was queen , And ftill fhe might , had wanton wits not been ; Who , like ill guardians , liv'd themselves at large , And , not content with that , debauch'd their charge . Like fome ...
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... beauty , your inheritance : So great a foul , fuch sweetness join'd in one , Could only spring from noble Grandifon . You , like the ftars , not by reflection bright , Are borne to your own heaven , and your own light ; Like them are ...
... beauty , your inheritance : So great a foul , fuch sweetness join'd in one , Could only spring from noble Grandifon . You , like the ftars , not by reflection bright , Are borne to your own heaven , and your own light ; Like them are ...
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... should any fign - poft dawber know The worth of Titian or of Angelo ? Hard features every bungler can command ; To draw true beauty fhews a mafter's hand . EPISTLE the FIFTH . то THE EARL of ROSCOMMON , EPIS- EPISTLE S. 123.
... should any fign - poft dawber know The worth of Titian or of Angelo ? Hard features every bungler can command ; To draw true beauty fhews a mafter's hand . EPISTLE the FIFTH . то THE EARL of ROSCOMMON , EPIS- EPISTLE S. 123.
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... beauty , and the court of love , The Mufes droop'd , with their forfaken arts , And the fad Cupids broke their useless darts : 1 On the 21ft of November 1663 , the duke of York was mar- ried to the princefs Mary D'Efte daughter to the ...
... beauty , and the court of love , The Mufes droop'd , with their forfaken arts , And the fad Cupids broke their useless darts : 1 On the 21ft of November 1663 , the duke of York was mar- ried to the princefs Mary D'Efte daughter to the ...
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Página 205 - Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well.
Página 219 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Página 218 - 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.
Página 221 - Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy! Thus, long ago, Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute; Timotheus to his breathing flute And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
Página 216 - In flower of youth and beauty's pride. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair...
Página 108 - This is thy province, this thy wondrous way, New humours to invent for each new play: This is that boasted bias of thy mind, By which one way to dulness 'tis inclined: Which makes thy writings lean on one side still, And, in all changes, that way bends thy will. Nor let thy mountain-belly make pretence Of likeness; thine's a tympany of sense. A tun of man in thy large bulk is writ, But sure thou'rt but a kilderkin of wit.
Página 22 - As only buz to Heaven with evening wings ; Strike in the dark, offending but by chance ; Such are the blindfold blows of Ignorance : They know not beings,, and but hate a name ; To them the Hind and Panther are the same.
Página 167 - But like a Ball of Fire the further thrown, Still with a greater Blaze she shone, And her bright Soul broke out on ev'ry side.
Página 205 - 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. Then cold and hot and moist and dry In order to their stations leap, And Music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of...
Página 154 - For Time shall with his ready pencil stand; Retouch your figures with his ripening hand; Mellow your colours, and imbrown the teint; Add every grace, which Time alone can grant; To future ages shall your fame convey, And give more beauties than he takes away.