The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes. Illustrated with Notes, Historical, Critical, and Explanatory, and a Life of the Author, Том 11William Miller, 1808 |
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... fight ; A nobler quarrel for his native earth , Than what divided Greece for Homer's birth . To what perfection will our tongue arrive , How will invention and translation thrive , When authors nobly born will bear their part , And not ...
... fight ; A nobler quarrel for his native earth , Than what divided Greece for Homer's birth . To what perfection will our tongue arrive , How will invention and translation thrive , When authors nobly born will bear their part , And not ...
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... fight , like Hannibal , to lose at last . Young princes , obstinate to win the prize , Though yearly beaten , yearly yet they rise : Old monarchs , though successful , still in doubt , Catch at a peace , and wisely turn devout . Thine ...
... fight , like Hannibal , to lose at last . Young princes , obstinate to win the prize , Though yearly beaten , yearly yet they rise : Old monarchs , though successful , still in doubt , Catch at a peace , and wisely turn devout . Thine ...
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... fights for gain , for greater makes his peace . Our foes , compelled by need , have peace em- braced ; The peace both parties want , is like to last ; Which if secure , securely we may trade ; Or , not secure , should never have been ...
... fights for gain , for greater makes his peace . Our foes , compelled by need , have peace em- braced ; The peace both parties want , is like to last ; Which if secure , securely we may trade ; Or , not secure , should never have been ...
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... fight ; Themselves their own mortality confessed , And left the son of Jove to quarrel for the rest . Even victors are by victories undone ; Thus Hannibal , with foreign laurels won , To Carthage was recalled , too late to keep his own ...
... fight ; Themselves their own mortality confessed , And left the son of Jove to quarrel for the rest . Even victors are by victories undone ; Thus Hannibal , with foreign laurels won , To Carthage was recalled , too late to keep his own ...
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... fight . Long time the sister arts , in iron sleep , A heavy sabbath did supinely keep ; At length , in Raphael's age , at once they rise , Stretch all their limbs , and open all their eyes . Thence rose the Roman , and the Lombard line ...
... fight . Long time the sister arts , in iron sleep , A heavy sabbath did supinely keep ; At length , in Raphael's age , at once they rise , Stretch all their limbs , and open all their eyes . Thence rose the Roman , and the Lombard line ...
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Страница 188 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd 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.
Страница 183 - Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son : Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
Страница 99 - 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.
Страница 187 - Now strike the golden lyre again ; A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has raised up his head ; As awaked from the dead, And amazad, he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Страница 167 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead.
Страница 207 - Milton was the poetical son of Spenser, and Mr. Waller of Fairfax ; for we have our lineal descents and clans, as well as other families. Spenser more than once insinuates that the soul of Chaucer was transfused into his body, and that he was begotten by him two hundred years after his decease.
Страница 185 - 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...
Страница 190 - Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire: Come, and Thy sacred unction bring, To sanctify us while we sing.
Страница 191 - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. 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 honour, endless fame, Attend the...
Страница 186 - 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 altered soul The various turns of Chance below ; And, now and then, a sigh he stole, And tears began to flow.