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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... gave . * First edition , The English are not . + Bacon , Lord Verulam , a name beyond panegyric . William Gilbert , M. D. chief physician to Queen Elizabeth and King James I. He published a treatise , " De Magnete , mag- netecisque ...
... gave . * First edition , The English are not . + Bacon , Lord Verulam , a name beyond panegyric . William Gilbert , M. D. chief physician to Queen Elizabeth and King James I. He published a treatise , " De Magnete , mag- netecisque ...
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... . 962 . These verses , like the address to Hoddesden , are ranked among the Epistles , because Dryden gave that title to other recommen- datory verses of the same nature . EPISTLE THE EIGHTH . So Joseph , yet a youth 36 EPISTLES .
... . 962 . These verses , like the address to Hoddesden , are ranked among the Epistles , because Dryden gave that title to other recommen- datory verses of the same nature . EPISTLE THE EIGHTH . So Joseph , yet a youth 36 EPISTLES .
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... gave the author occasion , to lash them in his epistle dedicatory , in so defying or hectoring a style , that it was counted rude even by his best friends ; so that ' tis generally thought he has done his business , and lost himself ; a ...
... gave the author occasion , to lash them in his epistle dedicatory , in so defying or hectoring a style , that it was counted rude even by his best friends ; so that ' tis generally thought he has done his business , and lost himself ; a ...
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... gave as much , —she could not give him more . Maintain your post ; that's all the fame you need ; For ' tis impossible you should proceed . Already I am worn with cares and age , And just abandoning the ungrateful stage ; Unprofitably ...
... gave as much , —she could not give him more . Maintain your post ; that's all the fame you need ; For ' tis impossible you should proceed . Already I am worn with cares and age , And just abandoning the ungrateful stage ; Unprofitably ...
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... gave the riches , gave the heart , To sanctify the whole , by giving part ; Heaven , who foresaw the will , the means has wrought , And to the second son a blessing brought ; The first - begotten had his father's share ; But you , like ...
... gave the riches , gave the heart , To sanctify the whole , by giving part ; Heaven , who foresaw the will , the means has wrought , And to the second son a blessing brought ; The first - begotten had his father's share ; But you , like ...
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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.