The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Volume 3G. Bell & sons, 1891 |
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... bear My fall from your sight - not to cost you a tear ; But if the kind flood on a wave should convey , And under your window my body should lay , The wound on my breast when you happen to see , You'll say with a sigh - it was given by ...
... bear My fall from your sight - not to cost you a tear ; But if the kind flood on a wave should convey , And under your window my body should lay , The wound on my breast when you happen to see , You'll say with a sigh - it was given by ...
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... bear ; Why warbling birds forget to sing , And winter storms invert the year : Chloris is gone , and fate provides To make it Spring where she resides . Chloris is gone , the cruel fair ; She cast not back a pitying eye ; But left her ...
... bear ; Why warbling birds forget to sing , And winter storms invert the year : Chloris is gone , and fate provides To make it Spring where she resides . Chloris is gone , the cruel fair ; She cast not back a pitying eye ; But left her ...
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... bear , Another year , The load of humankind . Enter Moмus laughing . MOMUS . Ha ! ha ! ha ! ha ! ha ! ha ! well hast thou done To lay down thy pack , And lighten thy back , The world was a fool , e'er since it begun , And since neither ...
... bear , Another year , The load of humankind . Enter Moмus laughing . MOMUS . Ha ! ha ! ha ! ha ! ha ! ha ! well hast thou done To lay down thy pack , And lighten thy back , The world was a fool , e'er since it begun , And since neither ...
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... bear , " Tis the best of your fate , In a hopeless estate , To give o'er , and betimes to despair I have tried the false med'cine in vain ; For I wish what I hope not to win : From without , my desire Has no food to its fire ; But it ...
... bear , " Tis the best of your fate , In a hopeless estate , To give o'er , and betimes to despair I have tried the false med'cine in vain ; For I wish what I hope not to win : From without , my desire Has no food to its fire ; But it ...
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... A losing gamester , let him sneak away ; He bears no ready money from the play . The fate , which governs poets , thought it fit He should not raise his fortunes by his wit . 25 The clergy thrive , and the litigious bar ; Dull 62 THE POEMS.
... A losing gamester , let him sneak away ; He bears no ready money from the play . The fate , which governs poets , thought it fit He should not raise his fortunes by his wit . 25 The clergy thrive , and the litigious bar ; Dull 62 THE POEMS.
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Page 15 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Page 12 - 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 16 - Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute, Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. 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...
Page 18 - 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 honor, endless fame, Attend the...
Page 2 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell!
Page 13 - 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.
Page 2 - 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 3 - But Oh! what art can teach, What human voice can reach The sacred organ's praise? Notes inspiring holy love, Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above.
Page 14 - Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee.
Page 175 - Wife of Bath. But enough of this: there is such a variety of game springing up before me, that I am distracted in my choice, and know not which to follow. 'Tis sufficient to say, according to the proverb, that here is God's plenty...