The Poetry of John DrydenHarcourt, Brace and Howe, 1920 - 361 sidor |
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... seems to indicate that the poet remained in resi- dence either at the university or with his Round- head relatives at Tichmarsh for four years after 1654. The Reverend Dr. Crichton , however , a ⚫ contemporary at Cambridge , was ...
... seems to indicate that the poet remained in resi- dence either at the university or with his Round- head relatives at Tichmarsh for four years after 1654. The Reverend Dr. Crichton , however , a ⚫ contemporary at Cambridge , was ...
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... seem to nod their drowsy head ; The little birds in dreams their songs repeat , And sleeping flowers beneath the night - dew sweat . Even lust and envy sleep ; yet love denies Rest to my soul , and slumber to my eyes . The lines come ...
... seem to nod their drowsy head ; The little birds in dreams their songs repeat , And sleeping flowers beneath the night - dew sweat . Even lust and envy sleep ; yet love denies Rest to my soul , and slumber to my eyes . The lines come ...
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... " master , " and it was not until his last piece of criticism altogether , the pref- ace to the Fables , that he took pains to expose Cowley's faults . He seems always to have been thoroughly 26 THE POETRY OF JOHN DRYDEN.
... " master , " and it was not until his last piece of criticism altogether , the pref- ace to the Fables , that he took pains to expose Cowley's faults . He seems always to have been thoroughly 26 THE POETRY OF JOHN DRYDEN.
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Mark Van Doren. Cowley's faults . He seems always to have been thoroughly familiar with his poems . It has long been known that four lines in Mac Flecknoe , Where their vast courts the mother - strumpets keep , And undisturbed by watch ...
Mark Van Doren. Cowley's faults . He seems always to have been thoroughly familiar with his poems . It has long been known that four lines in Mac Flecknoe , Where their vast courts the mother - strumpets keep , And undisturbed by watch ...
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... seems never to have prepos- sessed anyone . His youth had not been precocious , and his maturity found him more mellow than splendid . He was genial in his old age , without any great allowance of spontaneous humor . His mind always ...
... seems never to have prepos- sessed anyone . His youth had not been precocious , and his maturity found him more mellow than splendid . He was genial in his old age , without any great allowance of spontaneous humor . His mind always ...
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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!