The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes, Nide 11A. Constable & Company, 1821 |
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... virtues were for whom I suffered , though in so small a measure compared to his own , that I rather blush at it , than believe it meritorious . ” The volume begins with the " Poem to the King , " and ends with a " Panegyric to General ...
... virtues were for whom I suffered , though in so small a measure compared to his own , that I rather blush at it , than believe it meritorious . ” The volume begins with the " Poem to the King , " and ends with a " Panegyric to General ...
Sivu 16
... virtue of your pen , To perfect cures on books , as well as men . Nor is this work the least ; you well may give To men new vigour , who make stones to live . Through you , the Danes , their short dominion lost , A longer conquest than ...
... virtue of your pen , To perfect cures on books , as well as men . Nor is this work the least ; you well may give To men new vigour , who make stones to live . Through you , the Danes , their short dominion lost , A longer conquest than ...
Sivu 19
... virtue of Cato . * Dryden , who one would have thought had more wit , The censure of every man did disdain ; Pleading some pitiful rhymes he had writ In praise of the Countess of Gastlemain . Session of the Poets , 1670 . EPISTLE THE ...
... virtue of Cato . * Dryden , who one would have thought had more wit , The censure of every man did disdain ; Pleading some pitiful rhymes he had writ In praise of the Countess of Gastlemain . Session of the Poets , 1670 . EPISTLE THE ...
Sivu 20
... virtue did the gods oppose ; While they the victor , he the vanquish❜d chose ; But you have done what Cato could not do , To choose the vanquish'd , and restore him too . Let others still triumph , and gain their cause By their deserts ...
... virtue did the gods oppose ; While they the victor , he the vanquish❜d chose ; But you have done what Cato could not do , To choose the vanquish'd , and restore him too . Let others still triumph , and gain their cause By their deserts ...
Sivu 21
... virtue may repel , though not invade . did the ancient heroes show , Who , when they might prevent , would wait the blow With such assurance , as they meant to say , We will o'ercome , but scorn the safest way . What further fear of ...
... virtue may repel , though not invade . did the ancient heroes show , Who , when they might prevent , would wait the blow With such assurance , as they meant to say , We will o'ercome , but scorn the safest way . What further fear of ...
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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.