The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes, Volumen 11A. Constable & Company, 1821 |
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... ; And all the stars , that shine in southern skies , Had been admired by none but savage eyes . * The copy prefixed to the " Chorea Gigantum " reads , Until ' twas . Among the assertors of free reason's claim , Our nation's [ 14 ]
... ; And all the stars , that shine in southern skies , Had been admired by none but savage eyes . * The copy prefixed to the " Chorea Gigantum " reads , Until ' twas . Among the assertors of free reason's claim , Our nation's [ 14 ]
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... twas rotten roasted , because , & c . and the world must expect , ' twas very hard crutching up what Hart and Mohun before us could not prop . I confess , he is a little severe , when he will allow our best performance to bear no better ...
... twas rotten roasted , because , & c . and the world must expect , ' twas very hard crutching up what Hart and Mohun before us could not prop . I confess , he is a little severe , when he will allow our best performance to bear no better ...
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... twas did gild our hemisphere . Replenish'd then with such rare gifts as these , Where was room left for such a foul disease ? The nation's sin hath drawn that veil , which shrouds Our day - spring in so sad benighting clouds . Heaven ...
... twas did gild our hemisphere . Replenish'd then with such rare gifts as these , Where was room left for such a foul disease ? The nation's sin hath drawn that veil , which shrouds Our day - spring in so sad benighting clouds . Heaven ...
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... Twas that such vulgar miracles Heaven had not leisure to renew : For all thy blest fraternity of love Solemnized there thy birth , and kept thy holiday above . IV . O gracious God ! how far have we Prophaned thy heavenly gift of poesy ...
... Twas that such vulgar miracles Heaven had not leisure to renew : For all thy blest fraternity of love Solemnized there thy birth , and kept thy holiday above . IV . O gracious God ! how far have we Prophaned thy heavenly gift of poesy ...
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... twas only born . Her morals , too , were in her bosom bred , By great examples daily fed , What in the best of books , her father's life , she read : And to be read herself she need not fear ; Each test , and every light , her muse will ...
... twas only born . Her morals , too , were in her bosom bred , By great examples daily fed , What in the best of books , her father's life , she read : And to be read herself she need not fear ; Each test , and every light , her muse will ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ANNE KILLIGREW Arcite arms beauty behold betwixt blood Boccacio born breast Canterbury Tales Chanticleer charms Chaucer coursers crown'd Cymon dame daughter death design'd divine dream Dryden Duchess of Ormond Duke Emily EPISTLE eyes fair fame fate father fear fight fire fortune gave grace grief Guiscard hand happy hast heart heaven honour John of Gaunt kind king knew knight KNIGHT'S TALE lady laurel light live look'd lord lover Lysimachus maid mind mortal muse never noble numbers o'er once Ovid pain Palamon panegyric pass'd play pleased pleasure poem poet poetry praise prince pursue queen race rest seem'd sight SIR GEORGE ETHEREGE song soul stood sung sweet tale Tancred tears Thebes thee Theseus thine thou thought took translated turn'd Twas verses virtue wife Wife of Bath words youth
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.