The Poetical Works of John DrydenHoughton Mifflin, 1909 - 1056 страници |
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... bear , And yet no sign of toil , no sweat appear . Either your art hides art , as Stoics feign Then least to feel , when most they suffer pain ; 20 And we , dull souls , admire , but cannot see What hidden springs within the engine be ...
... bear , And yet no sign of toil , no sweat appear . Either your art hides art , as Stoics feign Then least to feel , when most they suffer pain ; 20 And we , dull souls , admire , but cannot see What hidden springs within the engine be ...
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... bear along in his head the trou- blesome sense of four lines together . For those who write correctly in this kind must needs acknowledge that the last line of the stanza is to be consider'd in the composition of the first . Neither can ...
... bear along in his head the trou- blesome sense of four lines together . For those who write correctly in this kind must needs acknowledge that the last line of the stanza is to be consider'd in the composition of the first . Neither can ...
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... bear , day . Or crowded vessels can their soldiers hold . LV The duke , less numerous , but in courage more , On ... bears , and so de- fied By the rhinoceros her unequal foe . LX And as the built , so different is the fight ; Their ...
... bear , day . Or crowded vessels can their soldiers hold . LV The duke , less numerous , but in courage more , On ... bears , and so de- fied By the rhinoceros her unequal foe . LX And as the built , so different is the fight ; Their ...
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... bear ; And faithfully my last desires fulfil As I perform my cruel father's will . lover phis I HELEN TO PARIS HP BY THE RIGHT HONORABLE THE EARL OF MULGRAVE AND MR . DRYDEN THE ARGUMENT Helen , having receiv'd the foregoing epistle ...
... bear ; And faithfully my last desires fulfil As I perform my cruel father's will . lover phis I HELEN TO PARIS HP BY THE RIGHT HONORABLE THE EARL OF MULGRAVE AND MR . DRYDEN THE ARGUMENT Helen , having receiv'd the foregoing epistle ...
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... bear a son like thee . From harden'd oak , or from a rock's cold womb , At least thou art from some fierce tigress come ; Or on rough seas , from their foundation torn , Got by the winds , and in a tempest born , 40 Like that which now ...
... bear a son like thee . From harden'd oak , or from a rock's cold womb , At least thou art from some fierce tigress come ; Or on rough seas , from their foundation torn , Got by the winds , and in a tempest born , 40 Like that which now ...
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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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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 114 - Beggar'd by fools, whom still he found too late; He had his jest, and they had his estate.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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?