The Poetical Works of John DrydenHoughton Mifflin, 1909 - 1056 sidor |
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... fate . When our great monarch into exile went , Wit and religion suffer'd banishment . Thus once , when Troy was wrapp'd in fire and smoke , The helpless gods their burning shrines for- sook ; 20 They with the vanquish'd prince and ...
... fate . When our great monarch into exile went , Wit and religion suffer'd banishment . Thus once , when Troy was wrapp'd in fire and smoke , The helpless gods their burning shrines for- sook ; 20 They with the vanquish'd prince and ...
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... fate among her precious things , Kept fresh to be unfolded with your king's . Shown all at once , you dazzled so our eyes , As newborn Pallas did the gods surprise ; When , springing forth from Jove's new- closing wound , ΙΟΙ She struck ...
... fate among her precious things , Kept fresh to be unfolded with your king's . Shown all at once , you dazzled so our eyes , As newborn Pallas did the gods surprise ; When , springing forth from Jove's new- closing wound , ΙΟΙ She struck ...
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... fate to lay us low , And feed their envious eyes with English loss . CCXI 840 Each element his dread command obeys , Who makes or ruins with a smile or frown ; Who , as by one he did our nation raise , So now he with another pulls us ...
... fate to lay us low , And feed their envious eyes with English loss . CCXI 840 Each element his dread command obeys , Who makes or ruins with a smile or frown ; Who , as by one he did our nation raise , So now he with another pulls us ...
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... fate , And , drooping , oft look'd back upon the wing . CCXXV At length the crackling noise and dreadful blaze Call'd up some waking lover to the sight ; And long it was ere he the rest could raise , Whose heavy eyelids yet were full of ...
... fate , And , drooping , oft look'd back upon the wing . CCXXV At length the crackling noise and dreadful blaze Call'd up some waking lover to the sight ; And long it was ere he the rest could raise , Whose heavy eyelids yet were full of ...
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... fate , ( In a hopeless estate , ) 9 To give o'er , and betimes to despair . III He . I have tried the false med'cine in vain ; For I wish what I hope not to win : From without , my desire Has no food to its fire ; But it burns and ...
... fate , ( In a hopeless estate , ) 9 To give o'er , and betimes to despair . III He . I have tried the false med'cine in vain ; For I wish what I hope not to win : From without , my desire Has no food to its fire ; But it burns and ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Æneas Anchises arms Ascanius bear behold betwixt blood breast Cæsar call'd coursers crowd crown'd dare death design'd Dido Dryden earth Eneas Ennius EPILOGUE Ev'n ev'ry eyes fame fate father fear fight fire flames flood foes forc'd friends Georgics give gods grace Grecian ground hand happy haste head Heav'n honor Horace JOHN DRYDEN Jove Juvenal king land Latin light live lord Lucretius Messapus Mezentius mighty mind Mnestheus Muse never night numbers nymph o'er Ovid pains Pallas peace Persius plain play pleas'd poem poet pow'r praise pray'r press'd Priam prince PROLOGUE promis'd queen race rage rais'd reign rest rise Roman sacred satire SATIRE OF JUVENAL shade shore sight sire skies song soul sword thee thou thought thro tow'rs town translation Trojan turn'd Turnus us'd verse Virgil winds words youth
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Sida 114 - 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 251 - 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.
Sida 114 - Beggar'd by fools, whom still he found too late; He had his jest, and they had his estate.
Sida 198 - 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 today.
Sida 172 - Farewell, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own: For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mold with mine.
Sida 173 - Still showed a quickness ; and maturing time But mellows what we write to the dull sweets of rhyme. Once more, hail, and farewell ; farewell, thou young, But ah! too short, Marcellus of our tongue! Thy brows with ivy and with laurels bound; But fate and gloomy night encompass thee around.
Sida 109 - Gods disgrac'd, and burnt like common Wood. This set the Heathen Priesthood in a flame, For Priests of all Religions are the same: Of whatsoe'er descent their Godhead be...
Sida xli - They have not the formality of a settled style, in which the first half of the sentence betrays the other. The clauses are never balanced, nor the periods modelled; every word seems to drop by chance, though it falls into its proper place. Nothing is cold or languid ; the whole is airy, animated, and vigorous ; what is little, is gay ; what is great, is splendid.
Sida xxi - I am convinced that compassion and mirth in the same subject destroy each other ; and in the mean time cannot but conclude, to the honour of our nation, that we have invented, increased, and perfected a more pleasant way of writing for the stage, than was ever known to the ancients or moderns of any nation, which is tragi-comedy.
Sida 134 - What share have we in nature, or in art? Where did his wit on learning fix a brand, And rail at arts he did not understand? Where made he love in Prince Nicander's vein. Or swept the dust in Psyche's humble strain? Where sold he bargains, 'whip-stitch, kiss my arse,' Promis'da play and dwindled to a farce?