The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Esq: Containing Original Poems, Tales, and Translations, with Notes, Том 2F. C. and J. Rivington, 1811 |
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... blood , Extended o'er the Caledonian wood , Their native walk ; whofe vocal blood arofe , 15 And cry'd for pardon on their perjur'd foes . Their fate was fruitful , and the fanguine feed , Endu'd with fouls , increas'd the facred breed ...
... blood , Extended o'er the Caledonian wood , Their native walk ; whofe vocal blood arofe , 15 And cry'd for pardon on their perjur'd foes . Their fate was fruitful , and the fanguine feed , Endu'd with fouls , increas'd the facred breed ...
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... blood , And not veil these again to be our food ? His grace in both is equal in extent , The first affords us life , the fecond nourishment , And if he can , why all this frantic pain To conftrue what his cleareft words contain , And ...
... blood , And not veil these again to be our food ? His grace in both is equal in extent , The first affords us life , the fecond nourishment , And if he can , why all this frantic pain To conftrue what his cleareft words contain , And ...
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... blood . Then , first rebelling , his own ftamp he coins ; The murderer Cain was latent in his loins : And blood began its firft and loudest cry , 280 For differing worship of the Deity . Thus perfecution rofe , and farther space Produc ...
... blood . Then , first rebelling , his own ftamp he coins ; The murderer Cain was latent in his loins : And blood began its firft and loudest cry , 280 For differing worship of the Deity . Thus perfecution rofe , and farther space Produc ...
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... blood begun . 350 A lion , old , obfcene , and furious made By luft , comprefs'd her mother in a shade ; Then , by a left - hand marriage , weds the dame , Covering adultery with a specious name : So Schifm begot ; and Sacrilege and the ...
... blood begun . 350 A lion , old , obfcene , and furious made By luft , comprefs'd her mother in a shade ; Then , by a left - hand marriage , weds the dame , Covering adultery with a specious name : So Schifm begot ; and Sacrilege and the ...
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... blood would crowd the nar- row gate , Or , till they waste their pamper'd paunches , wait ? 375 All would be happy at the cheapest rate . Though our lean faith these rigid laws has given , The full - fed Muffulman goes fat to heaven ...
... blood would crowd the nar- row gate , Or , till they waste their pamper'd paunches , wait ? 375 All would be happy at the cheapest rate . Though our lean faith these rigid laws has given , The full - fed Muffulman goes fat to heaven ...
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Æneid againſt ALBION AND ALBANIUS AMYNTAS beafts beauty becauſe beft beſt bleffing cauſe Church confcience death defire DERRICK Dryden e'en eaſe Engliſh eyes facred fafely faid fair fame fate fatire fear feems feen fenfe fent feven fhall fight fince fing firft firſt foes fome fools foon foul ftand ftate ftill fubjects fuch fure grace heaven himſelf Hind honour increaſe itſelf JOHN DRYDEN JOHN WARTON juft juſt kind king laft laſt leaſt lefs live loft Lucretius moft moſt mufe muft muſt ne'er never numbers o'er Original edition Panther play pleaſe pleaſure poem poets Pope praiſe prince PROLOGUE racter raiſe reafon reft reign reſt rife ſcene ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhould ſky ſtage ſtate ſtay ſtill thee thefe themſelves Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou TODD tranflated twas uſe verfe Virgil whofe Whoſe wife worfe yourſelves
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Страница 324 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell?
Страница 338 - Flushed 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 337 - With flying fingers touched the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove, Who left his blissful seats above, (Such is the power of mighty love.) A dragon's fiery form belied the god : Sublime on radiant spires he rode, When he to fair Olympia...
Страница 571 - As for the Dog, the Furies, and their snakes, The gloomy caverns, and the burning lakes, And all the vain infernal trumpery, They neither are, nor were, nor e'er can be.
Страница 174 - Near these a Nursery erects its head. Where queens are form'd, and future heroes bred ; Where unfledg'd actors learn to laugh and cry, Where infant punks their tender voices try, And little Maximins the gods defy.
Страница 181 - In thy felonious heart though venom lies, It does but touch thy Irish pen and dies. Thy genius calls thee not to purchase fame...
Страница 344 - Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Страница 344 - 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.
Страница 344 - 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. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Страница 339 - 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.