The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Volume 1Appleton, 1856 - 524 pages |
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... sure I have your approbation . The learned languages have cer- tainly a great advantage of us , in not being tied to the slavery of any rhyme ; and were less constrained in the quantity of every syllable , which they might vary with ...
... sure I have your approbation . The learned languages have cer- tainly a great advantage of us , in not being tied to the slavery of any rhyme ; and were less constrained in the quantity of every syllable , which they might vary with ...
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... poem . I have fol- lowed him everywhere , I know not with what success , but I am sure with diligence enough ; my images are many of them copied from him , and the rest are imitations of him LETTER TO THE HON . SIR ROBERT HOWARD . 31.
... poem . I have fol- lowed him everywhere , I know not with what success , but I am sure with diligence enough ; my images are many of them copied from him , and the rest are imitations of him LETTER TO THE HON . SIR ROBERT HOWARD . 31.
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... sure fought well , Whom Rupert led , and who were British born . Of every size an hundred fighting sail : So vast the navy now at anchor rides , That underneath it the press'd waters fail , And with its weight it shoulders off the tides ...
... sure fought well , Whom Rupert led , and who were British born . Of every size an hundred fighting sail : So vast the navy now at anchor rides , That underneath it the press'd waters fail , And with its weight it shoulders off the tides ...
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... sure I have had the full hunting . At this day that plot appears , to impartial and discerning eyes , to have been a forgery contrived to inflame the minds of the people against popery , a religion now professed by the 64 ABSALOM AND ...
... sure I have had the full hunting . At this day that plot appears , to impartial and discerning eyes , to have been a forgery contrived to inflame the minds of the people against popery , a religion now professed by the 64 ABSALOM AND ...
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... sure is honest ; but he who draws his pen for one party , must expect to make enemies of the other . For wit and fool are consequents of Whig and Tory ; and every man is a knave or an ass to the contrary side . There is a treasury of ...
... sure is honest ; but he who draws his pen for one party , must expect to make enemies of the other . For wit and fool are consequents of Whig and Tory ; and every man is a knave or an ass to the contrary side . There is a treasury of ...
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Page 73 - A daring pilot in extremity, Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high, He sought the storms; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit. Great wits are sure to madness near allied And thin partitions do their bounds divide; Else, why should he, with wealth and honor blest, Refuse his age the needful hours of rest?
Page 498 - 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 502 - 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 angel down 1 JOHN DRYDEN.
Page 500 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure : Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure : Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the King grew vain : Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain. The Master saw the madness rise, His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ; And, while he heaven and earth defied, Changed his hand, and check'd his pride.
Page 502 - The princes applaud with a furious joy: And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy; Thais led the way, To light him to his prey, And, like another Helen, fired another Troy!
Page 499 - Flushed 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 500 - On the bare earth exposed he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes. With downcast looks the joyless Victor sate, 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 509 - 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 501 - The many rend the skies with loud applause ; So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gazed on the fair Who caused his care, And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd, Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again : At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd, The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.
Page 504 - The sacred organ's praise ? Notes inspiring holy love, Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above. Orpheus could lead the savage race, And trees uprooted left their place Sequacious of the lyre : But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher: When to her organ vocal breath was given, An angel heard, and straight appeared — Mistaking earth for heaven...