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Dryden; Stanzas on the Death of Oliver Cromwell: Astraea Redux. Annus ...
Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1893
Dryden: Stanzas on the Death of Oliver Cromwell ; Astraea Redux ; Annus ...
Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1901
Stanzas on the Death of Oliver Cromwell: Astraea Redux; Annus Mirabilis ...
Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1871
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Sida 276 - I AB do solemnly and sincerely in the presence of God profess, testify and declare, that I do believe that in the sacrament of the Lord's Supper there is not any transubstantiation of the elements of bread and wine into the body and blood of . Christ, at or after the consecration thereof by any person whatsoever...
Sida 275 - THE Supper of the Lord is not only a sign of the love that Christians ought to have among themselves one to another; but rather is a Sacrament of our Redemption by Christ's death : insomuch that to such as rightly, worthily, and with faith, receive the same, the Bread which we break is a partaking of the Body of Christ ; and likewise the Cup of Blessing is a partaking of the Blood of Christ.
Sida 92 - Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms; but for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit. Great wits are sure to madness near allied. And thin partitions do their bounds divide; Else why should he, with wealth and honor blest.
Sida 102 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Sida 279 - Though without number still, amidst the hall Of that infernal court. But far within, And in their own dimensions like themselves, The great seraphic lords and cherubim In close recess and secret conclave sat, A thousand demigods on golden seats, Frequent and full.
Sida 26 - I have chosen to write my poem in quatrains or stanzas of four in alternate rhyme, because I have ever judged them more noble and of greater dignity both for the sound and number than any other verse in use amongst us ; in which I am sure I have your approbation.
Sida 261 - With tape-tied curtains never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies : alas ! how changed from him That life of pleasure, and that soul of whim...
Sida 103 - 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 ! Railing and praising were his usual themes, And both to show his judgment, in extremes : So over violent or over civil, That every man with him was God or devil. In squandering wealth was his peculiar art ; Nothing went unrewarded but desert, Beggared by fools whom still he found too late, He had his jest, and they had...
Sida x - For this reason, though he must always be thought a great poet, he is no longer esteemed a good writer; and for ten impressions, which his works have had in so many successive years, yet at present a hundred books are scarcely purchased once a twelvemonth; for, as my last Lord Rochester said, though somewhat profanely, Not being of God, he could not stand.