The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes, Том 11A. Constable & Company, 1821 |
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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 , Such courage 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 ...
... judge by my success , Such courage 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 ...
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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 oak , 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 " Sir Noisy Parrot ...
... judge on tick . Thus have I seen from some decaying oak , 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 " Sir Noisy Parrot ...
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Страница 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.
Страница 187 - 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 ! —The many rend the skies with loud applause ; So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause.
Страница 185 - Flush'd with a purple grace, He shows his honest face ; Now give the hautboys breath : he comes ! he comes ! Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
Страница 226 - Tis sufficient to say, according to the proverb, that here is God's plenty. We have our forefathers and great grand-dames all before us, as they were in Chaucer's days: their general characters are still remaining in mankind, and even in England, though they are called by other names than those of Monks, and Friars, and Canons, and Lady Abbesses, and Nuns; 'for mankind is ever the same, and nothing lost out of nature, though everything is altered.
Страница 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 amazed, he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Страница 184 - 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...
Страница 170 - To all the blest above : So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky.
Страница 160 - Three poets in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn; The first in loftiness of thought surpassed, The next in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go, To make a third she joined the former two.
Страница 219 - In the first place, as he is the father of English poetry, so I hold him in the same degree of veneration as the Grecians held Homer or the Romans Virgil.
Страница 191 - But, oh, inflame and fire our hearts ! Our frailties help, our vice control, Submit the senses to the soul; And when rebellious they are grown, Then lay thy hand, and hold them down. 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.