The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Volume 3G. Bell & sons, 1891 |
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... leave the world behind . I could not 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 ...
... leave the world behind . I could not 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 ...
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... leave my brains . AMYNTAS . Body join'd to body , and heart join'd to heart , To make sure of the cure , 25 Go call the man in black , to mumble o'er his part . PHILLIS . But suppose he should stay . 30 AMYNTAS . At worst if he delay ...
... leave my brains . AMYNTAS . Body join'd to body , and heart join'd to heart , To make sure of the cure , 25 Go call the man in black , to mumble o'er his part . PHILLIS . But suppose he should stay . 30 AMYNTAS . At worst if he delay ...
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... leaving you your censures free , You equal judges of the whole will be : They judge but half , who only faults will see . Poets , like lovers , should be bold and dare , They spoil their business with an over care ; And he , who ...
... leaving you your censures free , You equal judges of the whole will be : They judge but half , who only faults will see . Poets , like lovers , should be bold and dare , They spoil their business with an over care ; And he , who ...
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... leave the true ? 15 Why should he quit for hopes his certain good , And loathe the manna of his daily food ? Must England still the scene of changes be , Tost and tempestuous , like our ambient sea ? Must still our weather and our wills ...
... leave the true ? 15 Why should he quit for hopes his certain good , And loathe the manna of his daily food ? Must England still the scene of changes be , Tost and tempestuous , like our ambient sea ? Must still our weather and our wills ...
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... leave you what your Maker meant you . Satire was once your physic , wit One nourish'd not , and t'other drew no blood : We now prescribe , like doctors in despair , The diet your weak appetites can bear . Since hearty beef and mutton ...
... leave you what your Maker meant you . Satire was once your physic , wit One nourish'd not , and t'other drew no blood : We now prescribe , like doctors in despair , The diet your weak appetites can bear . Since hearty beef and mutton ...
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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...