The Poetical Works of John DrydenHoughton Mifflin, 1909 - 1056 sidor |
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... sound , and humble sense , Ev'n to his little infants of the time , Who write new songs , and trust in tune and rhyme ; Be't known , that Phoebus ( being daily griev'd To see good plays condemn'd , and bad re- ceiv'd ) 10 Ordains your ...
... sound , and humble sense , Ev'n to his little infants of the time , Who write new songs , and trust in tune and rhyme ; Be't known , that Phoebus ( being daily griev'd To see good plays condemn'd , and bad re- ceiv'd ) 10 Ordains your ...
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... sound and number , than any other verse in use amongst us ; in which I am sure I have your approbation . The learned languages have certainly a great advantage of us , in not being tied to the slavery of any rhyme ; and were less ...
... sound and number , than any other verse in use amongst us ; in which I am sure I have your approbation . The learned languages have certainly a great advantage of us , in not being tied to the slavery of any rhyme ; and were less ...
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... sound the trumpet for the rest to swarm , And some on bells of tasted lilies play ; CXLV With gluey wax some new foundations lay Of virgin combs , which from the roof are hung ; Some arm'd within doors upon duty stay , Or tend the sick ...
... sound the trumpet for the rest to swarm , And some on bells of tasted lilies play ; CXLV With gluey wax some new foundations lay Of virgin combs , which from the roof are hung ; Some arm'd within doors upon duty stay , Or tend the sick ...
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... sound or voice . 10 When our fop gallants , or our city folly Clap over - loud , it makes us melancholy ; We doubt that scene which does their won- der raise , And , for their ignorance , contemn their praise . Judge then , if we who ...
... sound or voice . 10 When our fop gallants , or our city folly Clap over - loud , it makes us melancholy ; We doubt that scene which does their won- der raise , And , for their ignorance , contemn their praise . Judge then , if we who ...
Sida 115
... sound the depth of David's soul ? Perhaps his fear his kindness may con- trol . He fears his brother , tho ' he loves his son , For plighted vows too late to be undone . 470 If so , by force he wishes to be gain'd ; Like women's lechery ...
... sound the depth of David's soul ? Perhaps his fear his kindness may con- trol . He fears his brother , tho ' he loves his son , For plighted vows too late to be undone . 470 If so , by force he wishes to be gain'd ; Like women's lechery ...
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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?