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Page 67
... took pains to graff upon his kind . True fops help nature's work , and go to school , To file and finish God Almighty's fool . Yet none Sir Fopling him , or him can call ; He's knight o ' the shire , and represents ye all . From each he ...
... took pains to graff upon his kind . True fops help nature's work , and go to school , To file and finish God Almighty's fool . Yet none Sir Fopling him , or him can call ; He's knight o ' the shire , and represents ye all . From each he ...
Page 93
... took it up , resigns his bays . Kings make their poets whom themselves think fit , But ' tis your suffrage makes authentic wit . EPILOGUE , SPOKEN BY THE SAME . No poor Dutch peasant , wing'd with all his fear , Flies with more haste ...
... took it up , resigns his bays . Kings make their poets whom themselves think fit , But ' tis your suffrage makes authentic wit . EPILOGUE , SPOKEN BY THE SAME . No poor Dutch peasant , wing'd with all his fear , Flies with more haste ...
Page 119
... as his health ; they were both spoken by Mr. Cibber , then a very young ac- tor , much to Dryden's satisfaction . D. Quack Maurus , though he never took degrees In either PROLOGUES AND EPILOGUES . 119 Prologue to the Pilgrim.
... as his health ; they were both spoken by Mr. Cibber , then a very young ac- tor , much to Dryden's satisfaction . D. Quack Maurus , though he never took degrees In either PROLOGUES AND EPILOGUES . 119 Prologue to the Pilgrim.
Page 120
John Dryden. Quack Maurus , though he never took degrees In either of our universities ; Yet to be shown by some kind wit he looks , 20 Because he play'd the fool , and writ three books . But , if he would be worth a Poet's pen , He must ...
John Dryden. Quack Maurus , though he never took degrees In either of our universities ; Yet to be shown by some kind wit he looks , 20 Because he play'd the fool , and writ three books . But , if he would be worth a Poet's pen , He must ...
Page 122
... Took all the ungodly pains , and got the least . Thus did the thriving malady prevail , The court , its head , the Poets but the tail . The sin was of our native growth , ' tis true ; The scandal of the sin was wholly new . Misses they ...
... Took all the ungodly pains , and got the least . Thus did the thriving malady prevail , The court , its head , the Poets but the tail . The sin was of our native growth , ' tis true ; The scandal of the sin was wholly new . Misses they ...
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Page 16 - 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 altered soul The various turns of Chance below ; And, now and then, a sigh he stole, And tears began to flow.
Page 18 - 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...
Page 17 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty bubble...
Page 20 - Paraclete ! Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; Come, and thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us, while we sing.
Page 18 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Page 19 - 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 14 - And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove, Who left his blissful seats above — Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god ; Sublime on radiant spires he rode, When he to fair Olympia...
Page 176 - Happy the man - and happy he alone He who can call today his own, He who, secure within, can say 'Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have...
Page 13 - 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 19 - 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.