The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes, Volumen 11A. Constable & Company, 1821 |
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... fate , Her sight is purchased at an easy rate . Three gloomy years against this day were set ; But this one mighty sum has clear'd the debt : Like Joseph's dream , but with a better doom , The famine past , the plenty still to come ...
... fate , Her sight is purchased at an easy rate . Three gloomy years against this day were set ; But this one mighty sum has clear'd the debt : Like Joseph's dream , but with a better doom , The famine past , the plenty still to come ...
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... fate's decree To be perform'd and sung by thee . Thou break'st through forms with as much ease As the French king through articles . In grand affairs thy days are spent , In waging weighty compliment , With such as monarchs represent ...
... fate's decree To be perform'd and sung by thee . Thou break'st through forms with as much ease As the French king through articles . In grand affairs thy days are spent , In waging weighty compliment , With such as monarchs represent ...
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... fate is an instance , among a thousand , of the disadvantage sustained by an inferior genius , who enters into collision with one of supereminent talents . It is the combat of a gun - boat with a frigate ; and many an author has been ...
... fate is an instance , among a thousand , of the disadvantage sustained by an inferior genius , who enters into collision with one of supereminent talents . It is the combat of a gun - boat with a frigate ; and many an author has been ...
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... eighty - first birth - day , was complimented with a copy of verses by Pope ; and on 26th May , 1746 , he died at the advanced age of eighty - five and upwards . VOL . XI . D EPISTLE THE TENTH . SURE there's a fate in plays EPISTLES . 49.
... eighty - first birth - day , was complimented with a copy of verses by Pope ; and on 26th May , 1746 , he died at the advanced age of eighty - five and upwards . VOL . XI . D EPISTLE THE TENTH . SURE there's a fate in plays EPISTLES . 49.
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... fate in plays , and ' tis in vain To write , while these malignant planets reign . Some very foolish influence rules the pit , Not always kind to sense , or just to wit ; And whilst it lasts , let buffoonry succeed , To make us laugh ...
... fate in plays , and ' tis in vain To write , while these malignant planets reign . Some very foolish influence rules the pit , Not always kind to sense , or just to wit ; And whilst it lasts , let buffoonry succeed , To make us laugh ...
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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.