The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes, Volumen 11A. Constable & Company, 1821 |
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... father's heraldry . But there's another sort of creatures , Whose ruddy look and grotesque features Are so much out of nature's way , You'd think them stamp'd on other clay , No lawful daughters of old Adam . ' Mongst these behold a ...
... father's heraldry . But there's another sort of creatures , Whose ruddy look and grotesque features Are so much out of nature's way , You'd think them stamp'd on other clay , No lawful daughters of old Adam . ' Mongst these behold a ...
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... father , in his age : Nor let the wreath from his grey head be torn , For half a century with honour worn ! His merits let your tribe to mind recal ; Of some the patron , and the friend to all ! In him the poets ' Nestor ye defend ...
... father , in his age : Nor let the wreath from his grey head be torn , For half a century with honour worn ! His merits let your tribe to mind recal ; Of some the patron , and the friend to all ! In him the poets ' Nestor ye defend ...
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... father's nakedness , they ought to hide ; But when on spurs their Pegasus they force , Their jaded muse is distanced in the course . If the admirers of Dryden were active in the condemnation of Higden's play , the offence probably lay ...
... father's nakedness , they ought to hide ; But when on spurs their Pegasus they force , Their jaded muse is distanced in the course . If the admirers of Dryden were active in the condemnation of Higden's play , the offence probably lay ...
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... father had descended for the son ; For only you are lineal to the throne . Thus , when the state one Edward did depose , A greater Edward in his room arose : But now not I , but poetry , is cursed ; For Tom the second reigns like Tom ...
... father had descended for the son ; For only you are lineal to the throne . Thus , when the state one Edward did depose , A greater Edward in his room arose : But now not I , but poetry , is cursed ; For Tom the second reigns like Tom ...
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... father , Erasmus . He derived from his maternal grandfather , Sir Robert Bevile , the valuable estate of Chesterton , near Stilton , where latterly our author frequently visited him , and where it is said he wrote the first four verses ...
... father , Erasmus . He derived from his maternal grandfather , Sir Robert Bevile , the valuable estate of Chesterton , near Stilton , where latterly our author frequently visited him , and where it is said he wrote the first four verses ...
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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.