The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes, Nide 11A. Constable & Company, 1821 |
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Sivu 101
... maid , In dressing only skill'd , and marmalade . Let others , who such meannesses can brook , Strike countenance to every great man's look ; Let those that have a mind turn slaves to eat , And live contented by another's plate ; I rate ...
... maid , In dressing only skill'd , and marmalade . Let others , who such meannesses can brook , Strike countenance to every great man's look ; Let those that have a mind turn slaves to eat , And live contented by another's plate ; I rate ...
Sivu 102
... maid of honour to the Duchess of York , and died of the small- pox in 1685 , the 25th year of her age . Mrs Anne Killigrew's poems were published after her death in a thin quarto , with a print of the author , from her portrait drawn by ...
... maid of honour to the Duchess of York , and died of the small- pox in 1685 , the 25th year of her age . Mrs Anne Killigrew's poems were published after her death in a thin quarto , with a print of the author , from her portrait drawn by ...
Sivu 158
... maid . Preserve , O sacred tomb , thy trust consign'd ; The mould was made on purpose for the mind : And she would lose , if , at the latter day , One atom could be mix'd of other clay ; Such were the features of her heavenly face , Her ...
... maid . Preserve , O sacred tomb , thy trust consign'd ; The mould was made on purpose for the mind : And she would lose , if , at the latter day , One atom could be mix'd of other clay ; Such were the features of her heavenly face , Her ...
Sivu 173
... maid , In a country of Christians , to die without aid ! Not a Whig , or a Tory , or Trimmer at least , Or a Protestant parson , or Catholic priest , To instruct a young virgin , that is at a loss , What they meant by their sighing ...
... maid , In a country of Christians , to die without aid ! Not a Whig , or a Tory , or Trimmer at least , Or a Protestant parson , or Catholic priest , To instruct a young virgin , that is at a loss , What they meant by their sighing ...
Sivu 262
... Maids , widows , wives , without distinction fall ; The sweeping deluge , love , comes on , and covers all . If then the laws of friendship I transgress , I keep the greater , while I break the less ; And both are mad alike , since ...
... Maids , widows , wives , without distinction fall ; The sweeping deluge , love , comes on , and covers all . If then the laws of friendship I transgress , I keep the greater , while I break the less ; And both are mad alike , since ...
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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.