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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... Heaven's authority , If then our faith we for our guide admit , Vain is the farther fearch of human wit , As when the building gains a furer stay , We take the unufeful fcaffolding away . Reason by fenfe no more can understand ; The ...
... Heaven's authority , If then our faith we for our guide admit , Vain is the farther fearch of human wit , As when the building gains a furer stay , We take the unufeful fcaffolding away . Reason by fenfe no more can understand ; The ...
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... heaven and heaven - born faith are far from thee , Thou first apoftate to divinity . Unkennell'd range in thy Polonian plains ; A fiercer foe the infatiate Wolf remains . Ver . 153 . * 150 the infatiate Wolf & c . ] Butler , in the ...
... heaven and heaven - born faith are far from thee , Thou first apoftate to divinity . Unkennell'd range in thy Polonian plains ; A fiercer foe the infatiate Wolf remains . Ver . 153 . * 150 the infatiate Wolf & c . ] Butler , in the ...
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... heaven above , and to their prince below , As none but traitors and blafphemers know . God , like the tyrant of the fkies , is plac'd , And kings , like flaves , beneath the crowd de- bas'd . 220 Ver . 216. Such are their doctrines ...
... heaven above , and to their prince below , As none but traitors and blafphemers know . God , like the tyrant of the fkies , is plac'd , And kings , like flaves , beneath the crowd de- bas'd . 220 Ver . 216. Such are their doctrines ...
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... heaven : The fmith divine , as with a careless beat , Struck out the mute creation at a heat : But , when arriv'd at last to human race , The Godhead took a deep confidering space ; And , to distinguish man from all the reft , Unlock'd ...
... heaven : The fmith divine , as with a careless beat , Struck out the mute creation at a heat : But , when arriv'd at last to human race , The Godhead took a deep confidering space ; And , to distinguish man from all the reft , Unlock'd ...
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... heaven with evening wings ; Strike in the dark , offending but by chance , Such are the blindfold blows of ignorance . 324 They know not beings , and but hate a name ; To them the Hind and Panther are the fame . The Panther , fure the ...
... heaven with evening wings ; Strike in the dark , offending but by chance , Such are the blindfold blows of ignorance . 324 They know not beings , and but hate a name ; To them the Hind and Panther are the fame . The Panther , fure the ...
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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.