The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Volume 3G. Bell & sons, 1891 |
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... breast when you happen to see , You'll say with a sigh - it was given by me . the song is printed entire in New Court Songs and Poems , by R. V. Gent . 8vo . 1672 , p . 78. In this collection the second line runs thus : - ' In vain I ...
... breast when you happen to see , You'll say with a sigh - it was given by me . the song is printed entire in New Court Songs and Poems , by R. V. Gent . 8vo . 1672 , p . 78. In this collection the second line runs thus : - ' In vain I ...
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... breast : Then , round her slender waist he curl'd , 25 30 And stamp'd an image of himself , a sovereign of the world . The listening crowd admire the lofty sound , A present deity , they shout around : A present deity , the vaulted ...
... breast : Then , round her slender waist he curl'd , 25 30 And stamp'd an image of himself , a sovereign of the world . The listening crowd admire the lofty sound , A present deity , they shout around : A present deity , the vaulted ...
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... breast . CHORUS . The prince , unable to conceal his pain , Gaz'd on the fair Who caus'd his care , 115 And sigh'd ... breast . VI . Now strike the golden lyre again : A louder yet , and yet a louder strain . Break his bands of sleep ...
... breast . CHORUS . The prince , unable to conceal his pain , Gaz'd on the fair Who caus'd his care , 115 And sigh'd ... breast . VI . Now strike the golden lyre again : A louder yet , and yet a louder strain . Break his bands of sleep ...
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... breast , And the love I would stifle is shown ; But asleep , or awake , I am never at rest , 5 10 When from my eyes Phyllis is gone . Sometimes a sad dream does delude my sad mind ; But , alas ! when I wake , and no Phyllis I find , How ...
... breast , And the love I would stifle is shown ; But asleep , or awake , I am never at rest , 5 10 When from my eyes Phyllis is gone . Sometimes a sad dream does delude my sad mind ; But , alas ! when I wake , and no Phyllis I find , How ...
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... breast ? Two souls in one , the same desire To grant the bliss , and to require ! But if in heaven a hell we find , ' Tis all from thee , O Jealousy ! " Tis all from thee , O Jealousy ! Thou tyrant , tyrant Jealousy , Thou tyrant of the ...
... breast ? Two souls in one , the same desire To grant the bliss , and to require ! But if in heaven a hell we find , ' Tis all from thee , O Jealousy ! " Tis all from thee , O Jealousy ! Thou tyrant , tyrant Jealousy , Thou tyrant of the ...
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ALBION AND ALBANIUS AMYNTAS Arcite arms beauty behold betwixt blood breast call'd Chaucer CHORUS Creon dare dead death delight disdain Dryden e'en e'er earth Emily English EPILOGUE eyes fair fate fear fight fire fool fops forc'd grace happy haste heart heaven honour hope humour JOHN DRYDEN judge kind king live look'd lord Lord Roscommon lovers Lucretius mighty mind MOMUS monarch mortal muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once oppress'd Ovid Oxford bells pain Palamon Phyllis Pindar pity plain play pleas'd pleasure poet prince PROLOGUE queen rais'd reign reviving play rhyme sacred scarce scenes sense sigh'd sing song Sophocles soul sound stage sweet Thebes thee Theocritus Theseus THESPIS thou thought translated true twas UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD Venus verse Virgil whate'er Whig words wretch writ write youth
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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...