The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Volume 3G. Bell & sons, 1891 |
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... gives this epithet to the instru ment ; because , in the poet's time , they could not have ar- rived at that delicacy of tone , even in the hands of the best masters , which they now have in those of an inferior kind . See Essays on ...
... gives this epithet to the instru ment ; because , in the poet's time , they could not have ar- rived at that delicacy of tone , even in the hands of the best masters , which they now have in those of an inferior kind . See Essays on ...
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... give , though far off I 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 ...
... give , though far off I 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 ...
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... give me your heart : That treasure , that treasure alone , I beg for my own . So gentle a love , so fervent a fire , My soul does inspire ; That treasure , that treasure alone , I beg for my own . Your love let me crave ; Give me in ...
... give me your heart : That treasure , that treasure alone , I beg for my own . So gentle a love , so fervent a fire , My soul does inspire ; That treasure , that treasure alone , I beg for my own . Your love let me crave ; Give me in ...
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... give up my game . SONG . Go tell Amynta , gentle swain , I would not die , nor dare complain : Thy tuneful voice with numbers join , Thy words will more prevail than mine . To souls oppress'd , and dumb with grief , The gods ordain this ...
... give up my game . SONG . Go tell Amynta , gentle swain , I would not die , nor dare complain : Thy tuneful voice with numbers join , Thy words will more prevail than mine . To souls oppress'd , and dumb with grief , The gods ordain this ...
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... give the wounds they will not cure ! Great god of love , why hast thou made A face that can all hearts command , That all religions can invade , And change the laws of every land ? Where thou hadst plac'd such power before , Thou ...
... give the wounds they will not cure ! Great god of love , why hast thou made A face that can all hearts command , That all religions can invade , And change the laws of every land ? Where thou hadst plac'd such power before , Thou ...
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ALBION AND ALBANIUS Arcite arms beauty behold betwixt blood Boccace breast call'd chang'd Chanticleer Chaucer conquer'd Creon dare dead death delight dream Dryden e'en e'er Emily English EPILOGUE eyes fair fame fate fear fight fire fool forc'd fortune grace happy haste heart heaven honour hope humour JOHN DRYDEN judge kind king knight KNIGHT'S TALE live look'd lord lovers Lucretius Mars mighty mind monarch mortal mourn muse ne'er never numbers nymph o'er once oppress'd Ovid Oxford bells pain Palamon Pirithous pity plac'd plain play pleas'd pleasure poet pointed lance prince PROLOGUE queen rais'd rest rhyme sacred scarce sense slain song soul strife sweet tale Thebes thee Theocritus Theseus thou thought translated true turn'd Twas UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD Venus verse Virgil whate'er Whig words wretched 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...