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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... 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 . What relation has the hind to our Saviour ? Or what notion ...
... 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 . What relation has the hind to our Saviour ? Or what notion ...
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... whofe end was this alone , To prove the Godhead of the eternal Son . God thus afferted , man is to believe Beyond what fenfe and reafon can conceive , And for myfterious things of faith rely On the proponent , Heaven's authority , If ...
... whofe end was this alone , To prove the Godhead of the eternal Son . God thus afferted , man is to believe Beyond what fenfe and reafon can conceive , And for myfterious things of faith rely On the proponent , Heaven's authority , If ...
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... Whofe tender branches round the poplar twine . 436 440 Ver . 429. But nonfenfe ] The unparalleled abfurdity and im- piety of fome questions propofed to be difcuffed in the fchools , makes one fhudder to read them , and improper to ...
... Whofe tender branches round the poplar twine . 436 440 Ver . 429. But nonfenfe ] The unparalleled abfurdity and im- piety of fome questions propofed to be difcuffed in the fchools , makes one fhudder to read them , and improper to ...
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... Whofe conftancy is become a proverb : fince when their deceafed hufbands are ei- ther to be buried or burned , to manifeft their affection , they throw themselves either into the fame grave , or on the funeral pile . DERRICK . Ibid . In ...
... Whofe conftancy is become a proverb : fince when their deceafed hufbands are ei- ther to be buried or burned , to manifeft their affection , they throw themselves either into the fame grave , or on the funeral pile . DERRICK . Ibid . In ...
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... Whofe power is but to counsel and perfuade ? O folid rock , on which secure she stands ! Eternal house , not built with mortal hands ! O fure defence against the infernal gate , A patent during pleasure of the state ! 495 Thus is the ...
... Whofe power is but to counsel and perfuade ? O folid rock , on which secure she stands ! Eternal house , not built with mortal hands ! O fure defence against the infernal gate , A patent during pleasure of the state ! 495 Thus is 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 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.