The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes. Illustrated with Notes, Historical, Critical, and Explanatory, and a Life of the Author, Volumen11William Miller, 1808 |
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... hand ; if ought There be in this , ' tis from thy fancy brought . Good thief , who dar'st , Prometheus - like , aspire , And fill thy poems with celestial fire ; Enlivened by these sparks divine , their rays Add a bright lustre to thy ...
... hand ; if ought There be in this , ' tis from thy fancy brought . Good thief , who dar'st , Prometheus - like , aspire , And fill thy poems with celestial fire ; Enlivened by these sparks divine , their rays Add a bright lustre to thy ...
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... hands of swordsmen equally ignorant and fa- natical , a less ardent mind would have been discouraged from in- vestigations , attended neither by fame nor profit . These essays were upon physical , philosophical , and moral subjects ...
... hands of swordsmen equally ignorant and fa- natical , a less ardent mind would have been discouraged from in- vestigations , attended neither by fame nor profit . These essays were upon physical , philosophical , and moral subjects ...
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... hand ; And as cheap pen'orths to ourselves afford , As Bessus and the brothers of the sword . Such libels private men may well endure , When states and kings themselves are not secure ; For ill men , conscious of their inward guilt ...
... hand ; And as cheap pen'orths to ourselves afford , As Bessus and the brothers of the sword . Such libels private men may well endure , When states and kings themselves are not secure ; For ill men , conscious of their inward guilt ...
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... 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 . 25.
... 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 . 25.
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... the soldier's hand . * Roscommon , it must be remembered , was born in Ireland , where his property also was situated . But the Dillons were of English extraction . 7 * How will sweet Ovid's ghost be pleased to hear EPISTLES.I 29.
... the soldier's hand . * Roscommon , it must be remembered , was born in Ireland , where his property also was situated . But the Dillons were of English extraction . 7 * How will sweet Ovid's ghost be pleased to hear EPISTLES.I 29.
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Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 188 - 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.
Página 183 - 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...
Página 99 - 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.
Página 187 - 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...
Página 167 - 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.
Página 207 - 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.
Página 185 - 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 190 - Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire: Come, and Thy sacred unction bring, To sanctify us while we sing.
Página 191 - 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...
Página 186 - 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.