The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes, Volumen 11A. Constable & Company, 1821 |
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... ground ; That soil which those immortal laurels bore , That once the sacred Maro's temples wore . * Eliza's griefs are so express'd by you , They are too eloquent to have been true . Had she so spoke , Æneas had obey'd What Dido ...
... ground ; That soil which those immortal laurels bore , That once the sacred Maro's temples wore . * Eliza's griefs are so express'd by you , They are too eloquent to have been true . Had she so spoke , Æneas had obey'd What Dido ...
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... ground , Flies like the nimble journies of the light , And is , like that , unspent too in its flight . Whatever truths have been , by art or chance , Redeem'd from error , or from ignorance , Thin in their authors , like rich veins of ...
... ground , Flies like the nimble journies of the light , And is , like that , unspent too in its flight . Whatever truths have been , by art or chance , Redeem'd from error , or from ignorance , Thin in their authors , like rich veins of ...
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... , but with a better doom , The famine past , the plenty still to come . For her , the weeping heavens become serene ; For her , the ground is clad in cheerful green ; VOL . XI C For her , the nightingales are taught to sing , [ 33 ]
... , but with a better doom , The famine past , the plenty still to come . For her , the weeping heavens become serene ; For her , the ground is clad in cheerful green ; VOL . XI C For her , the nightingales are taught to sing , [ 33 ]
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... know , are commonly the fewest . Yet it gains ground daily , and has already been acted eight times . The women think he has exposed - ; and the gentlemen are offended ever , cannot be said to have failed ; for [ 57 ] To Mr Congreve,
... know , are commonly the fewest . Yet it gains ground daily , and has already been acted eight times . The women think he has exposed - ; and the gentlemen are offended ever , cannot be said to have failed ; for [ 57 ] To Mr Congreve,
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... ground ; When in the valley of Jehosophat , The judging God shall close the book of fate , And there the last assizes keep , For those who wake , and those who sleep ; When rattling bones together fly , From the four corners of the sky ...
... ground ; When in the valley of Jehosophat , The judging God shall close the book of fate , And there the last assizes keep , For those who wake , and those who sleep ; When rattling bones together fly , From the four corners of the sky ...
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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.