 | 1852 - 874 páginas
...narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown befoiu. D. Appleto@ * skies ; She drew an angel down. P PALAMON AND ARCITE: OR, THE KNIGHTS TALE. BOOK I IN ,!( \ . n: old,... | |
 | Scottish school-book assoc - 1852 - 322 páginas
...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 rais'da mortal to the skies; She drew an angel down. DRTDBM. XX.—On Slavery. OH fbr a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some... | |
 | Cyclopaedia - 1853 - 772 páginas
...noble for revenge. Creech. DIVISION. LOVE cools, friendship falls off, Brothers divide. Shakspere. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown; He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down. Dryden. DOCTORS. BY medicines life may be prolonged,... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 páginas
...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. DRYDEN. THE WAR-HORSE. THE fiery courser, when... | |
 | Rolf Hendrik Bremmer - 1998 - 292 páginas
...OF MVS1QVE, / An Ode 1n Honour of St. CEC1LlA'S Day', Kinsley, op.cit., 509 (First edition, 1697): 'Let old Timotheus yield the Prize,/ Or both divide the Crown:/ He raised a mortal to the sky;/ She drew an Angel down.' See also Excursus ll below. Haendel turned Dryden's... | |
 | Greg Clingham - 2002 - 238 páginas
...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 rais'da Mortal to the Skies; She drew an Angel down. (lines 155-7o) Johnson was obviously serious about the lasting benefit... | |
 | John Dryden - 2003 - 1024 páginas
...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. 180 To Mr Motieux on his Tragedy called Beauty... | |
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At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother- wit, and arts unknown before. 
