The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes, Nide 11A. Constable & Company, 1821 |
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Sivu 21
... fear of danger can there be ? Beauty , which captives all things , sets me free . Posterity will judge by my success , Such courage I had the Grecian poet's happiness , Who , waving plots , found out a better way ; Some God descended ...
... fear of danger can there be ? Beauty , which captives all things , sets me free . Posterity will judge by my success , Such courage I had the Grecian poet's happiness , Who , waving plots , found out a better way ; Some God descended ...
Sivu 23
... fear , Before your play my name should not appear ; For ' twill be thought , and with some colour too , I the bribe I first received from you ; pay That mutual vouchers for our fame ' we stand , And play the game into each others hand ...
... fear , Before your play my name should not appear ; For ' twill be thought , and with some colour too , I the bribe I first received from you ; pay That mutual vouchers for our fame ' we stand , And play the game into each others hand ...
Sivu 24
... fear of shame ; So has the mighty merit of your play Extorted praise , and forced itself a way . ' Tis here as ' tis at sea ; who farthest goes , Or dares the most , makes all the rest his foes . Yet when some virtue much outgrows the ...
... fear of shame ; So has the mighty merit of your play Extorted praise , and forced itself a way . ' Tis here as ' tis at sea ; who farthest goes , Or dares the most , makes all the rest his foes . Yet when some virtue much outgrows the ...
Sivu 30
... fear , nor sacred Virgil's page : Our English palace opens wide in state , And without stooping they may pass the gate . In this verse , which savours of the bathos , our author passes from Roscommon to Mulgrave ; another " author nobly ...
... fear , nor sacred Virgil's page : Our English palace opens wide in state , And without stooping they may pass the gate . In this verse , which savours of the bathos , our author passes from Roscommon to Mulgrave ; another " author nobly ...
Sivu 108
... fear ; Each test , and every light , her muse will bear , Though Epictetus with his lamp were there . E'en love ( for love sometimes her muse exprest ) Was but a lambent flame which play'd about her breast : Light as the vapours of a ...
... fear ; Each test , and every light , her muse will bear , Though Epictetus with his lamp were there . E'en love ( for love sometimes her muse exprest ) Was but a lambent flame which play'd about her breast : Light as the vapours of a ...
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WORKS OF JOHN DRYDEN NOW 1ST C John 1631-1700 Dryden,Walter Sir Scott, 1771-1832 Esikatselu ei käytettävissä - 2016 |
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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
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Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.