The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Volume 2Little, Brown,, 1854 - 324 pages |
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... Lost 324 . • On the Monument of a Fair Maiden Lady , who died at Bath , and is there interred . Epitaph on Mrs. Margaret Patson , of Burningham in Norfolk · 325 327 On the Monument of the Marquis of Winchester 327 ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL ...
... Lost 324 . • On the Monument of a Fair Maiden Lady , who died at Bath , and is there interred . Epitaph on Mrs. Margaret Patson , of Burningham in Norfolk · 325 327 On the Monument of the Marquis of Winchester 327 ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL ...
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... lost but Corah's trade . Meanwhile a guard on modest Corah wait , If not for safety , needful yet for state . 70 75 80 Well might he deem each peer and prince his slave , And lord it o'er the tribes which he could save : Even vice in ...
... lost but Corah's trade . Meanwhile a guard on modest Corah wait , If not for safety , needful yet for state . 70 75 80 Well might he deem each peer and prince his slave , And lord it o'er the tribes which he could save : Even vice in ...
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... lost a fool . Still violent , whatever cause he took , But most against the party he forsook . For renegadoes , who ne'er turn by halves , Are bound in conscience to be double knaves . So this prose prophet took most monstrous pains To ...
... lost a fool . Still violent , whatever cause he took , But most against the party he forsook . For renegadoes , who ne'er turn by halves , Are bound in conscience to be double knaves . So this prose prophet took most monstrous pains To ...
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... , from a treason - tavern rolling home . Round as a globe , and liquor'd every chink , Goodly and great he sails behind his link ; 450 455 460 With all this bulk there's nothing lost in Og , ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL . 19.
... , from a treason - tavern rolling home . Round as a globe , and liquor'd every chink , Goodly and great he sails behind his link ; 450 455 460 With all this bulk there's nothing lost in Og , ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL . 19.
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John Dryden. With all this bulk there's nothing lost in Og , For every inch , that is not fool , is rogue : A monstrous mass of foul corrupted matter , As all the devils had spew'd to make the batter . When wine has giv'n him courage to ...
John Dryden. With all this bulk there's nothing lost in Og , For every inch , that is not fool , is rogue : A monstrous mass of foul corrupted matter , As all the devils had spew'd to make the batter . When wine has giv'n him courage to ...
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ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL Achitophel Ęsop Amyntas Arius betwixt blessing blest blood breast cause charity charms Church common conscience COUNTESS OF ABINGDON crimes crowd crown crown'd Curtana dare David's defence design'd divine doctrine Duke Duke of York e'en Earl Eliab Elkanah Settle EPISTLE eyes faction faith fame fate fear foes forc'd give grace hand happy hast heaven Hebron Hind honour Jebusites JOHN DRYDEN kind king land laws liv'd live Lord mighty mind muse ne'er never numbers o'er once Orig Panther Papists peace penal laws Phaleg pious plain pleas'd plot poem poets Popish Plot praise pretend pride prince promis'd prophet race rage reason rebel reign religion rest royal sacred satire Scripture sects sense Shadwell sight soul sure sway Tetragrammaton thee thou thought throne toil true trust truth Twas verse virtue wise writ youth zeal
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Page 80 - Dim as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wandering travellers, Is reason to the soul: and as on high, Those rolling fires discover but the sky, Not light us here; so reason's glimmering ray Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way, But guide us upward to a better day. And as those nightly tapers disappear When day's bright lord ascends our hemisphere; So pale grows reason at religion's sight; So dies, and so dissolves in supernatural light.
Page 81 - Thus, anxious thoughts in endless circles roll, Without a centre where to fix the soul: In this wild maze their vain endeavours end: How can the less the greater comprehend ? Or finite reason reach infinity ? For what could fathom God were more than he.
Page 125 - Hence they began, and here they all will end. What weight of ancient witness can prevail, If private reason hold the public scale ? But, gracious God, how well dost Thou provide For erring judgments an unerring guide ! Thy throne is darkness in the abyss of light, A blaze of glory that forbids the sight.
Page 233 - Through all the realms of Nonsense, absolute. This aged prince, now flourishing in peace, And blest with issue of a large increase...
Page 126 - Follow'd false lights; and when their glimpse was gone, My pride struck out new sparkles of her own. Such was I, such by nature still I am; Be thine the glory, and be mine the shame. Good life be now my task; my doubts are done: What more could fright my faith, than Three in One?
Page 20 - Round as a globe, and liquor'd every chink, Goodly and great he sails behind his link; With all this bulk there's nothing lost in Og, For every inch that is not fool is rogue: A monstrous mass of foul corrupted matter, As all the devils had spew'd to make the batter.
Page 233 - Shadwell alone, of all my sons, is he Who stands confirm'd in full stupidity : The rest to some faint meaning make pretence, But Shadwell never deviates into sense.
Page 96 - Tis some relief, that points not clearly known, Without much hazard, may be let alone ; And, after hearing what our church can say, If still our reason runs another way, That private reason 'tis more just to curb, Than by disputes the public peace disturb : For points obscure are of small use to learn, But common quiet is mankind's concern...
Page 240 - In thy felonious heart though venom lies It does but touch thy Irish pen, and dies.* Thy genius calls thee not to purchase fame In keen iambics, but mild anagram. Leave writing plays, and choose for thy command Some peaceful province in acrostic land: There thou mayest wings display and altars raise,* And torture one poor word ten thousand ways.
Page 85 - Whence but from Heaven could men, unskilled in arts, In several ages born, in several parts, Weave such agreeing truths? or how or why Should all conspire to cheat us with a lie? Unasked their pains, ungrateful their advice, Starving their gain and martyrdom their price.