The Poetical Works of John Dryden: Containing Original Poems, Tales, and Translations

George Routledge, 1867 - 445 sidor

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Sida 160 - Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods. — The princes applaud with a furious joy : And the King seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy; Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen fired another Troy...
Sida 159 - 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; His valiant peers were placed around...
Sida 202 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own ; He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day : Be fair, or foul, or rain, or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate are mine ; Not heaven itself upon the past has power, But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
Sida xliii - I am as free as Nature first made man, \ Ere the base laws of servitude began, [• When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
Sida 160 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise ! See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!
Sida 156 - 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. Then cold and hot and moist and dry In order to their stations leap, And Music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
Sida 213 - But enough of this : there is such a variety of game springing up before me, that I am distracted in my choice, and know not which to follow. Tis sufficient to say, according to the proverb, that here is God's plenty.
Sida 50 - Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking. Blest madman who could every hour employ With something new to wish or to enjoy!
Sida 160 - 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. The master saw the madness rise ; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ; And while he heaven and earth defied, Changed his hand, and check'd his pride.
Sida 82 - Dm as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wandering travellers, Is Reason to the soul : and as on high', Those rolling fires discover but the sky, Not light us here : so Reason's glimmering ray * Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way, But guide us upward to a better day. And as those nightly tapers disappear, When day's bright lord ascends our hemisphere ; So pale grows Reason at Religion's sight ; I0 So dies, and so dissolves in supernatural light.

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