The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes, Volumen 4A. Constable & Company, 1821 |
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... thou art brave , seek nobler victory ; Save Moorish blood ; and , while our bands stand by , Let two and two an equal combat try . Ham . ' Tis not for fear the combat we refuse , But we our gain'd advantage will not lose . Zul . In ...
... thou art brave , seek nobler victory ; Save Moorish blood ; and , while our bands stand by , Let two and two an equal combat try . Ham . ' Tis not for fear the combat we refuse , But we our gain'd advantage will not lose . Zul . In ...
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... thy middle stream away : For though they band and jar , yet both combine To make their greatness by the fall of thine . Thus , like a buckler , thou art held in sight , While they behind thee with each other fight . Boab . Away , and ...
... thy middle stream away : For though they band and jar , yet both combine To make their greatness by the fall of thine . Thus , like a buckler , thou art held in sight , While they behind thee with each other fight . Boab . Away , and ...
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... Thou , single , art not worth my answer- ing : But take what friends , what armies thou canst bring ; What worlds ! and , when you are united all , Then will I thunder in your ears , -She shall . Zul . I'll not one tittle of my right ...
... Thou , single , art not worth my answer- ing : But take what friends , what armies thou canst bring ; What worlds ! and , when you are united all , Then will I thunder in your ears , -She shall . Zul . I'll not one tittle of my right ...
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... thou might'st think me fit for that low part ; But I am yet to learn the statesman's art . My kindness and my hate unmask'd I wear ; For friends to trust , and enemies to fear . My heart's so plain , That men on every passing through ...
... thou might'st think me fit for that low part ; But I am yet to learn the statesman's art . My kindness and my hate unmask'd I wear ; For friends to trust , and enemies to fear . My heart's so plain , That men on every passing through ...
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... Art thou so soon to pardon murder won ? Can he be innocent , who kill'd my son ? Abenamar shall mourn as well as I ; His Ozmyn , for my Tarifa , shall die . But since thou plead'st so boldly , I will see That justice , thou would'st ...
... Art thou so soon to pardon murder won ? Can he be innocent , who kill'd my son ? Abenamar shall mourn as well as I ; His Ozmyn , for my Tarifa , shall die . But since thou plead'st so boldly , I will see That justice , thou would'st ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Abdal ABDALLA Abdelm ABDELMELECH Aben ABENAMAR Abencerrages Almah Almahide Almanz Almanzor Amal AMALTHEA Arcos Arga ARGALEON Asca ASCANIO Aurelian beauty Ben Jonson Benito Benz Benzayda betwixt Boab BOABDELIN brave Camillo command Conquest of Granada court crown dare dear death DORALICE Dryden Duke Duke of ARCOS Duke of Mantua Enter Eubulus Exeunt Exit fate father favour fear fight fortune Fred give Granada Guards HAMET hand happy haste hear heart heaven honour hope king lady Laura Leon Leonidas live look lovers Lucretia Lyndar LYNDARAXA madam MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE married Melantha mistress never night Ozmyn Pala Palamede Palm Palmyra pity play poet Poly prince queen revenge Rhodophil SCENE Selin shew soul speak stay sword tell thee there's thing thou art thought twas VIOLETTA virtue wife words Zegrys ZULEMA
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Página 211 - ... either in rejecting such old words, or phrases, which are ill sounding, or improper; or in admitting new, which are more proper, more sounding, and more significant.
Página 61 - Beneath a myrtle shade. Which love for none but happy lovers made, I slept ; and straight my love before me brought Phyllis, the object of my waking thought. Undressed she came my flames to meet, While love strewed flowers beneath her feet ; Flowers which, so pressed by her, became more sweet.
Página 225 - ... dull and heavy spirits of the English from their natural reservedness ; loosened them from their stiff forms of conversation, and made them easy and pliant to each other in discourse. Thus, insensibly, our way of living became more free ; and the fire of the English wit, which...
Página 40 - I am as free as Nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
Página 116 - A watchful fate o'ersees its tender years: Till, grown more strong, it thrusts and stretches out, And elbows all the kingdoms round about: The place thus made for its first breathing free, It moves again for ease and luxury; Till, swelling by degrees, it has...
Página 62 - A careless veil of lawn was loosely spread: From her white temples fell her shaded hair, Like cloudy sunshine not too brown nor fair: Her hands, her lips did love inspire; Her ev'ry grace my heart did fire : But most her eyes which languish'd with desire.
Página 66 - Tis he ; I feel him now in every part : Like a new lord he vaunts about my heart; Surveys, in state, each corner of my breast, While poor fierce I, that was, am dispossessed...
Página 353 - ... in my own defence, neither will I gratify the ambition of two wretched scribblers, who desire nothing more than to be answered. I have not wanted friends, even amongst strangers, who have defended me more strongly than my contemptible pedant could attack me ; for the other, he is only like Fungoso in the play, who follows the fashion at a distance, and adores the Fastidious Brisk of Oxford.
Página 5 - If from thy hands alone my death can be, I am immortal and a god to thee. If I would kill thee now, thy fate's so low, That I must stoop ere I can give the blow : But mine is fixed so far above thy crown, That all thy men, Piled on thy back, can never pull it down : But, at my ease, thy destiny I send, By ceasing from this hour to be thy friend.
Página 213 - Witness the lameness of their plots ; many of which, especially those which they writ first (for even that age refined itself in some measure), were made up of some ridiculous incoherent story, which in one play many times took up the business of an age.