The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Том 1Appleton, 1856 - 524 страници |
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... soul Did move on virtue's and on learning's pole : Whose regular motions better to our view , Than Archimedes ' sphere , the heavens did shew . Graces and virtues , languages and arts , Beauty and learning , fill'd up all the parts ...
... soul Did move on virtue's and on learning's pole : Whose regular motions better to our view , Than Archimedes ' sphere , the heavens did shew . Graces and virtues , languages and arts , Beauty and learning , fill'd up all the parts ...
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... soul within ? No comet need foretel his change drew on , Whose corpse might seem a constellation . " O ! had he died of old , how great a strife Had been , who from his death should draw their life Who should , by one rich draught ...
... soul within ? No comet need foretel his change drew on , Whose corpse might seem a constellation . " O ! had he died of old , how great a strife Had been , who from his death should draw their life Who should , by one rich draught ...
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... soul , though not his body , to thy bed : Let that make thee a mother ; bring thou forth The ideas of his virtue , knowledge , worth ; Transcribe the original in new copies ; give Hastings of the better part : so shall he live In his ...
... soul , though not his body , to thy bed : Let that make thee a mother ; bring thou forth The ideas of his virtue , knowledge , worth ; Transcribe the original in new copies ; give Hastings of the better part : so shall he live In his ...
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... soul above The highest acts it could produce to show : Thus poor mechanic arts in public move , Whilst the deep secrets beyond practice go . Nor died he when his ebbing fame went less , But when fresh laurels courted him to live : He ...
... soul above The highest acts it could produce to show : Thus poor mechanic arts in public move , Whilst the deep secrets beyond practice go . Nor died he when his ebbing fame went less , But when fresh laurels courted him to live : He ...
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... soul of generous wine : So tears of joy , for your returning , spilt , Work out , and expiate our former guilt . Methinks I see those crowds on Dover's strand , Who , in their haste to welcome you to land , Choked up the beach with ...
... soul of generous wine : So tears of joy , for your returning , spilt , Work out , and expiate our former guilt . Methinks I see those crowds on Dover's strand , Who , in their haste to welcome you to land , Choked up the beach with ...
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Страница 73 - A daring pilot in extremity, Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high, He sought the storms; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit. Great wits are sure to madness near allied And thin partitions do their bounds divide; Else, why should he, with wealth and honor blest, Refuse his age the needful hours of rest?
Страница 498 - In flower of youth and beauty's pride : — Happy, happy, happy pair ! None but the brave None but the brave None but the brave deserves the fair...
Страница 502 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast from her sacred store Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down 1 JOHN DRYDEN.
Страница 500 - 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. The Master saw the madness rise, His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ; And, while he heaven and earth defied, Changed his hand, and check'd his pride.
Страница 502 - The princes applaud with a furious joy: And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy; Thais led the way, To light him to his prey, And, like another Helen, fired another Troy!
Страница 499 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus...
Страница 500 - On the bare earth exposed he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes. With downcast looks the joyless Victor sate, Revolving in his alter'd soul The various turns of chance below ; And now and then a sigh he stole, And tears began to flow.
Страница 509 - Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe : Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honor, endless fame, Attend the...
Страница 501 - The many rend the skies with loud applause ; So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gazed on the fair Who caused his care, And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd, Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again : At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd, The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.
Страница 504 - The sacred organ's praise ? Notes inspiring holy love, Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above. Orpheus could lead the savage race, And trees uprooted left their place Sequacious of the lyre : But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher: When to her organ vocal breath was given, An angel heard, and straight appeared — Mistaking earth for heaven...