The Poetry of John DrydenHarcourt, Brace and Howe, 1920 - 361 sidor |
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... plays to be read . He was not ignorant of Fairfax's transla- tion of Tasso . Soon or late he came to know Michael Drayton , whose label for Samuel Daniel , " too much historian in verse , " Dryden adopted for Lucan in the preface to ...
... plays to be read . He was not ignorant of Fairfax's transla- tion of Tasso . Soon or late he came to know Michael Drayton , whose label for Samuel Daniel , " too much historian in verse , " Dryden adopted for Lucan in the preface to ...
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... plays , and he was fond in later life of paraphrasing Statius on sleep . The follow- ing soliloquy on night , from the Indian Emperor , which Wordsworth correctly called " vague , bom- bastic and senseless , " has often been quoted by ...
... plays , and he was fond in later life of paraphrasing Statius on sleep . The follow- ing soliloquy on night , from the Indian Emperor , which Wordsworth correctly called " vague , bom- bastic and senseless , " has often been quoted by ...
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... play exultantly with both the new spirit and the new language . They were frankly dilettanti . The game was expression , and the chase was for metaphors . When Dryden in the State of Innocence has Adam awake from his bed of moss and cry ...
... play exultantly with both the new spirit and the new language . They were frankly dilettanti . The game was expression , and the chase was for metaphors . When Dryden in the State of Innocence has Adam awake from his bed of moss and cry ...
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... plays at the Restoration . Somewhere , at least , Dryden was learning what was being written , and coming to feel at home in society ; without which knowledge and feeling he could not have gone very far . Personally , Dryden seems never ...
... plays at the Restoration . Somewhere , at least , Dryden was learning what was being written , and coming to feel at home in society ; without which knowledge and feeling he could not have gone very far . Personally , Dryden seems never ...
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... plays , or the more meretricious portions of the Virgil and other journey - work . Such caution has been warranted by the fact that Dryden is more unequal than al- most any English poet who has written volumin- ously . But now it seems ...
... plays , or the more meretricious portions of the Virgil and other journey - work . Such caution has been warranted by the fact that Dryden is more unequal than al- most any English poet who has written volumin- ously . But now it seems ...
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Sida 199 - Of these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages curst : For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit, Restless, unfixed in principles and place, In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace ; A fiery soul, which working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay And o'cr-informed the tenement of clay.
Sida 200 - In the first rank of these did Zimri stand ;* 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...
Sida 253 - And, wondering, on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound. Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well.
Sida 249 - 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. 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 158 - 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 mould with mine.
Sida 312 - The style of Dryden is capricious and varied ; that of Pope is cautious and uniform. Dryden obeys the motions of his own mind ; Pope constrains his mind to his own rules of composition. Dryden is sometimes vehement and rapid; Pope is always smooth, uniform, and gentle. Dryden's page is a natural field, rising into inequalities, and diversified by the varied exuberance of abundant vegetation ; Pope's is a velvet lawn, shaven by the scythe, and levelled by the roller.
Sida 207 - But Shadwell never deviates into sense. Some beams of wit on other souls may fall, Strike through and make a lucid interval ; But Shadwell's genuine night admits no ray, His rising fogs prevail upon the day.
Sida 332 - For them the Ceylon diver held his breath, And went all naked to the hungry shark ; For them his ears gushed blood ; for them in death The seal on the cold ice with piteous bark Lay full of darts ; for them alone did seethe A thousand men in troubles wide and dark : Half-ignorant, they turned an easy wheel, That set sharp racks at work, to pinch and peel.
Sida 63 - What is this world? what asketh men to have? Now with his love, now in his colde grave Allone, with-outen any companye.
Sida 259 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure : Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. 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!