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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... never tell you , that the dog which fnapt at a fha- dow loft his troop of horfe - that would be unintelligible - a piece of flesh is proper for him to drop , and the reader will ap- ply it to mankind . They would not fay that the daw ...
... never tell you , that the dog which fnapt at a fha- dow loft his troop of horfe - that would be unintelligible - a piece of flesh is proper for him to drop , and the reader will ap- ply it to mankind . They would not fay that the daw ...
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... never to forfake ! My thoughtless youth was wing'd with vain de- fires , My manhood , long mifled by wandering fires , Follow'd falfe lights ; and , when their glimpse was gone , My pride ftruck out new fparkles of her own . 75 Such was ...
... never to forfake ! My thoughtless youth was wing'd with vain de- fires , My manhood , long mifled by wandering fires , Follow'd falfe lights ; and , when their glimpse was gone , My pride ftruck out new fparkles of her own . 75 Such was ...
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... Never was fo deform'd a beast of grace , His ragged tail betwixt his legs he wears , Clofe clap'd for fhame ; but his rough creft ( he rears , 165 And pricks up his predeftinating ears . His wild diforder'd walk , his haggard eyes , Did ...
... Never was fo deform'd a beast of grace , His ragged tail betwixt his legs he wears , Clofe clap'd for fhame ; but his rough creft ( he rears , 165 And pricks up his predeftinating ears . His wild diforder'd walk , his haggard eyes , Did ...
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... never of the perfecuting kind . 286 Such pity now the pious paftor shows , Such mercy from the British Lion flows , That both provide protection from their foes . Oh happy regions , Italy and Spain , Which never did thofe monsters ...
... never of the perfecuting kind . 286 Such pity now the pious paftor shows , Such mercy from the British Lion flows , That both provide protection from their foes . Oh happy regions , Italy and Spain , Which never did thofe monsters ...
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... never can be understood . 430 Her wild belief on every wave is toft ; But fure no Church can better morals boaft : True to her King her principles are found ; Oh that her practice were but half fo found ! Stedfaft in various turns of ...
... never can be understood . 430 Her wild belief on every wave is toft ; But fure no Church can better morals boaft : True to her King her principles are found ; Oh that her practice were but half fo found ! Stedfaft in various turns of ...
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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 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...
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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.