The Poetical Works of John DrydenHoughton Mifflin, 1909 - 1056 страници |
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... face ; And like their grisly prince appears his gloomy race . ( Page 478 , lines 137-145 . ) A musical society in London had for some years maintained the custom of celebrating November 22 , the Feast of Saint Cecilia , by a public ...
... face ; And like their grisly prince appears his gloomy race . ( Page 478 , lines 137-145 . ) A musical society in London had for some years maintained the custom of celebrating November 22 , the Feast of Saint Cecilia , by a public ...
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... face . What may we hope , if thou go'st on thus fast ! Scriptures at first ; enthusiasms at last ! Thou hast commenc'd , betimes , a saint , go on , -20 Mingling diviner streams with Helicon . That they who view what Epigrams here be ...
... face . What may we hope , if thou go'st on thus fast ! Scriptures at first ; enthusiasms at last ! Thou hast commenc'd , betimes , a saint , go on , -20 Mingling diviner streams with Helicon . That they who view what Epigrams here be ...
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... face . Yet as , when mighty rivers gently creep , Their even calmness does suppose them deep ; 10 Such is your Muse : no metaphor swell'd high With dangerous boldness lifts her to the sky : Those mounting fancies , when they fall again ...
... face . Yet as , when mighty rivers gently creep , Their even calmness does suppose them deep ; 10 Such is your Muse : no metaphor swell'd high With dangerous boldness lifts her to the sky : Those mounting fancies , when they fall again ...
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... face , cern'd from far & c . Spem This mighty succor , which vultu simu lat , premit made glad the foe ; 290 alto corde He sigh'd , but , like a father of dolorem.- the war , VIRGIL . ( 1 ) His face spake hope , while deep his sorrows ...
... face , cern'd from far & c . Spem This mighty succor , which vultu simu lat , premit made glad the foe ; 290 alto corde He sigh'd , but , like a father of dolorem.- the war , VIRGIL . ( 1 ) His face spake hope , while deep his sorrows ...
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... face of day : Nay , scarce the common ceremony use Of : " Stand , sir , and deliver up your Muse ; " But knock the poet down , and , with a grace , Mount Pegasus before the owner's face . Faith , if you have such country Toms abroad ...
... face of day : Nay , scarce the common ceremony use Of : " Stand , sir , and deliver up your Muse ; " But knock the poet down , and , with a grace , Mount Pegasus before the owner's face . Faith , if you have such country Toms abroad ...
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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?