The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected ...

W. Miller, 1808
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Sida 350 - Happy the man - and happy he alone He who can call today his own, He who, secure within, can say 'Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have lived today: 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 18 - No man is capable of translating poetry who, besides a genius to that art, is not a master both of his author's language, and of his own ; nor must we understand the language only of the poet, but his particular turn of thoughts and expression, which are the characters that distinguish, and, as it were, individuate him from all other writers.
Sida 215 - Then let not piety be put to flight, To please the taste of glutton appetite ; But suffer inmate souls secure to dwell, Lest from their seats your parents you expel j With rabid hunger feed upon your kind, Or from a beast dislodge a brother's mind.
Sida lxxxiii - Thropes and bernes, shepenes and dairies, This maketh that ther ben no faeries : For ther as wont to walken was an elf, Ther walketh now the limitour himself, In undermeles and in morweninges, And sayth his Matines and his holy thinges, As he goth in his limitatioun.
Sida 274 - From this sublime and daring genius of his, it must of necessity come to pass that his thoughts must be masculine, full of argumentation, and that sufficiently warm. From the same fiery temper proceeds the loftiness of his expressions and the perpetual torrent of his verse, where the barrenness of his subject does not too much constrain the quickness of his fancy.
Sida 74 - The Northern breath, that freezes floods, he binds, With all the race of cloud-dispelling winds ; The South he loosed, who night and horror brings, And fogs are shaken from his flaggy wings.
Sida 77 - Mounts through the clouds, and mates the lofty skies. High on the summit of this dubious cliff, Deucalion wafting, moor'd his little skiff. He with his wife were only left behind Of perish'd man; they two were human kind.
Sida 126 - And looks and thinks they redden at the kiss: He thought them warm before: nor longer stays, But next his hand on her hard bosom lays: Hard as it was, beginning to relent, It...
Sida 273 - Lucretius (I mean of his soul and genius) is a certain kind of noble pride and positive assertion of his opinions. He is everywhere confident of his own reason, and assuming an absolute command, not only over his vulgar reader, but even his patron Memmius. For he is always bidding him attend as if he had the rod over him, and using a magisterial authority while he instructs him.
Sida 342 - So may the auspicious Queen of Love, And the Twin Stars, the seed of Jove, And he who rules the raging wind, To thee, O sacred ship, be kind ; And gentle breezes fill thy sails, s Supplying soft Etesian gales : As thou, to whom the Muse commends The best of poets and of friends, Dost thy committed pledge restore...

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