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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... judge by his own immediate practice , he ought rather to have censured them . Those who may be induced to peruse the works of Sir Robert Howard , by the high commendation here bestowed upon them , will have more reason to praise the ...
... judge by his own immediate practice , he ought rather to have censured them . Those who may be induced to peruse the works of Sir Robert Howard , by the high commendation here bestowed upon them , will have more reason to praise the ...
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... judge by my success , I had the Grecian poet's happiness , Who , waving plots , found out a better way ; Some God descended , and preserved the play . When first the triumphs of your sex were sung By those old poets , beauty was but ...
... judge by my success , I had the Grecian poet's happiness , Who , waving plots , found out a better way ; Some God descended , and preserved the play . When first the triumphs of your sex were sung By those old poets , beauty was but ...
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... judges of the race . Despise those drones , who praise , while they accuse , The too much vigour of your youthful muse . That humble style , which they your virtue make , Is in your power ; you need but stoop and take . Your beauteous ...
... judges of the race . Despise those drones , who praise , while they accuse , The too much vigour of your youthful muse . That humble style , which they your virtue make , Is in your power ; you need but stoop and take . Your beauteous ...
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... Judge , then , my lord , whether a person of my sober princi- ples , and one that only uses wine ( as the wiser sort of Roman Ca- tholics do images , ) to raise up my imagination to something more exalted , and not to terminate my ...
... Judge , then , my lord , whether a person of my sober princi- ples , and one that only uses wine ( as the wiser sort of Roman Ca- tholics do images , ) to raise up my imagination to something more exalted , and not to terminate my ...
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... judge on tick . Thus have I seen from some decaying o..k , A numerous toad - stool brood his moisture suck , And as the reverend log his verdure sheds , The fungous offspring flourishes and spreads . Verses prefixed to " Şir Noisy ...
... judge on tick . Thus have I seen from some decaying o..k , A numerous toad - stool brood his moisture suck , And as the reverend log his verdure sheds , The fungous offspring flourishes and spreads . Verses prefixed to " Şir Noisy ...
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The Works of John Dryden, Vol. 18 of 18: Illustrated With Notes, Historical ... John Dryden Sin vista previa disponible - 2017 |
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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.