The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes, Nide 11A. Constable & Company, 1821 |
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... muse : no metaphor swell'd high With dangerous boldness lifts her to the sky : Those mounting fancies , when they fall again , Show sand and dirt at bottom do remain . So firm a strength , and yet withal so sweet , Did never but in ...
... muse : no metaphor swell'd high With dangerous boldness lifts her to the sky : Those mounting fancies , when they fall again , Show sand and dirt at bottom do remain . So firm a strength , and yet withal so sweet , Did never but in ...
Sivu 8
... muse . Or is it fortune's work , that in your head The curious net that is for fancies spread , * Lets through its meshes every meaner thought , While rich ideas there are only caught ? Sure that's not all ; this is a piece too fair To ...
... muse . Or is it fortune's work , that in your head The curious net that is for fancies spread , * Lets through its meshes every meaner thought , While rich ideas there are only caught ? Sure that's not all ; this is a piece too fair To ...
Sivu 9
... muse so justly has discharged those , Eliza's shade may now its wandering cease , And claim a title to the fields of peace . But if Æneas be obliged , no less Your kindness great Achilles doth confess ; Who , dress'd by Statius in too ...
... muse so justly has discharged those , Eliza's shade may now its wandering cease , And claim a title to the fields of peace . But if Æneas be obliged , no less Your kindness great Achilles doth confess ; Who , dress'd by Statius in too ...
Sivu 10
... muse first pays her duteous love , As still the ancients did begin from Jove ; With Monk you end , ‡ whose name preserved shall be , As Rome recorded Rufus ' memory ; Who thought it greater honour to obey His country's interest , than ...
... muse first pays her duteous love , As still the ancients did begin from Jove ; With Monk you end , ‡ whose name preserved shall be , As Rome recorded Rufus ' memory ; Who thought it greater honour to obey His country's interest , than ...
Sivu 20
... muse , by storms long tost , Is thrown upon your hospitable coast , And finds more favour by her ill success , Than she could hope for by her happiness . Once Cato's virtue did the gods oppose ; While they the victor , he the vanquish ...
... muse , by storms long tost , Is thrown upon your hospitable coast , And finds more favour by her ill success , Than she could hope for by her happiness . Once Cato's virtue did the gods oppose ; While they the victor , he the vanquish ...
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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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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.