The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes. Illustrated with Notes, Historical, Critical, and Explanatory, and a Life of the Author, Volumen 11William Miller, 1808 |
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... knew not to depart , But glaring on remoter objects played ; Not languished and insensibly decayed . * Rome raised not art , but barely kept alive , And with old Greece unequally did strive ; Till Goths and Vandals , a rude northern ...
... knew not to depart , But glaring on remoter objects played ; Not languished and insensibly decayed . * Rome raised not art , but barely kept alive , And with old Greece unequally did strive ; Till Goths and Vandals , a rude northern ...
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... knew that she was great , or fair , Or wise , beyond what other women are , Or , which is better , knew , but never durst compare . For , to be conscious of what all admire , And not be vain , advances virtue higher . But still she ...
... knew that she was great , or fair , Or wise , beyond what other women are , Or , which is better , knew , but never durst compare . For , to be conscious of what all admire , And not be vain , advances virtue higher . But still she ...
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... knew , Before she came , that nothing there was new ; And she was so familiarly received , As one returning , not as one arrived . Muse , down again precipitate thy flight ; For how can mortal eyes sustain immortal light ? But as the ...
... knew , Before she came , that nothing there was new ; And she was so familiarly received , As one returning , not as one arrived . Muse , down again precipitate thy flight ; For how can mortal eyes sustain immortal light ? But as the ...
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... knew his mother in her smiles : But when dilated organs let in day To the young soul , and gave it room to play , At his first aptness , the maternal love Those rudiments of reason did improve : The tender age was pliant to command ...
... knew his mother in her smiles : But when dilated organs let in day To the young soul , and gave it room to play , At his first aptness , the maternal love Those rudiments of reason did improve : The tender age was pliant to command ...
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... knew : For when their gifts too lavishly are placed , Soon they repent , and will not make them last . For sure it was too bountiful a dole , The mother's features , and the father's soul . Then thus he cried : - " The morn bespoke the ...
... knew : For when their gifts too lavishly are placed , Soon they repent , and will not make them last . For sure it was too bountiful a dole , The mother's features , and the father's soul . Then thus he cried : - " The morn bespoke the ...
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The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen ..., Volumen 11 John Dryden Vista completa - 1808 |
Términos y frases comunes
ANNE KILLIGREW Arcite arms beauty behold betwixt blood Boccacio breast called Canterbury Tales Chanticleer charms Chaucer coursers crown Cymon dame death divine dream Dryden Duke Emily EPISTLE eyes fair fame fate father favour fear fight fire fortune gave grace grief Guiscard hand happy hast heart heaven honour JOHN DRYDEN kind king knew knight KNIGHT'S TALE lady laurel light live look lord lover Lysimachus maid mind mortal mourning muse never noble numbers o'er once Ovid pain Palamon panegyric play pleased pleasure poem poet poetry praise prince pursue queen race rest seems shewed sighed sight Sir George Etherege Sir Robert Howard soul stood sung sweet tale Tancred tears Thebes thee Theseus thine thing thou thought took translated Twas verses Virgil virtue vows wife Wife of Bath words youth
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Página 188 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down.
Página 183 - Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son : Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
Página 99 - FAREWELL, too little, and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own: For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine.
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 amazad, he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
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 207 - Milton was the poetical son of Spenser, and Mr. Waller of Fairfax ; for we have our lineal descents and clans, as well as other families. Spenser more than once insinuates that the soul of Chaucer was transfused into his body, and that he was begotten by him two hundred years after his decease.
Página 185 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure : Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain...
Página 190 - Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire: Come, and Thy sacred unction bring, To sanctify us while we sing.
Página 191 - 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. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe : Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honour, endless fame, Attend the...
Página 186 - On the bare earth exposed he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes. With downcast looks the joyless victor sate, Revolving in his altered soul The various turns of Chance below ; And, now and then, a sigh he stole, And tears began to flow.