The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes, Volume 11A. Constable & Company, 1821 |
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Page 11
... happy in its geniture ; * For since ' tis born when Charles ascends the throne , It shares at once his fortune and its own . " * The author speaks the language of astrology , in which geni- ture signifies nativity . EPISTLE THE THIRD ...
... happy in its geniture ; * For since ' tis born when Charles ascends the throne , It shares at once his fortune and its own . " * The author speaks the language of astrology , in which geni- ture signifies nativity . EPISTLE THE THIRD ...
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... happy as their clime . Had we still paid that homage to a name , Which only God and nature justly claim , The western seas had been our utmost bound , Where poets still might dream the sun was drown d ; And all the stars , that shine in ...
... happy as their clime . Had we still paid that homage to a name , Which only God and nature justly claim , The western seas had been our utmost bound , Where poets still might dream the sun was drown d ; And all the stars , that shine in ...
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... happy shore , Discover wealth in lands unknown before ; And , what their art had labour'd long in vain , By their misfortunes happily obtain : So my much - envied muse , by storms long tost , Is thrown upon your hospitable coast , And ...
... happy shore , Discover wealth in lands unknown before ; And , what their art had labour'd long in vain , By their misfortunes happily obtain : So my much - envied muse , by storms long tost , Is thrown upon your hospitable coast , And ...
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... happy union of a body at ease , and a conscience void of offence . When this dramatist was sixty- five , his last play , called " Money the Mistress , " was acted , with a prologue by Welsted , containing the following beautiful lines ...
... happy union of a body at ease , and a conscience void of offence . When this dramatist was sixty- five , his last play , called " Money the Mistress , " was acted , with a prologue by Welsted , containing the following beautiful lines ...
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... happy wit , Was framed and finish'd at a lucky hit ; The pride of nature , and the shame of schools , Born to create , and not to learn from rules , Must please no more . His bastards now deride Their father's nakedness , they ought to ...
... happy wit , Was framed and finish'd at a lucky hit ; The pride of nature , and the shame of schools , Born to create , and not to learn from rules , Must please no more . His bastards now deride Their father's nakedness , they ought to ...
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WORKS OF JOHN DRYDEN NOW 1ST C John 1631-1700 Dryden,Walter Sir Scott, 1771-1832 No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 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.
Page 187 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble, Honour but an empty bubble, Never ending, still beginning ; Fighting still, and still destroying ; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think, it worth enjoying : Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee ! —The many rend the skies with loud applause ; So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause.
Page 185 - Flush'd 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...
Page 226 - Tis sufficient to say, according to the proverb, that here is God's plenty. We have our forefathers and great grand-dames all before us, as they were in Chaucer's days: their general characters are still remaining in mankind, and even in England, though they are called by other names than those of Monks, and Friars, and Canons, and Lady Abbesses, and Nuns; 'for mankind is ever the same, and nothing lost out of nature, though everything is altered.
Page 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 amazed, he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Page 184 - 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...
Page 170 - To all the blest above : So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky.
Page 160 - 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.
Page 219 - In the first place, as he is the father of English poetry, so I hold him in the same degree of veneration as the Grecians held Homer or the Romans Virgil.
Page 191 - But, oh, inflame and fire our hearts ! Our frailties help, our vice control, Submit the senses to the soul; And when rebellious they are grown, Then lay thy hand, and hold them down. 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.