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... He , who can call to - day his own : He who , secure within , can say , To - morrow do thy worst , for I have liv'd to - day . Be fair , or foul , or rain , or shine , The joys I have possess'd , in spite of fate , are mine .
... He , who can call to - day his own : He who , secure within , can say , To - morrow do thy worst , for I have liv'd to - day . Be fair , or foul , or rain , or shine , The joys I have possess'd , in spite of fate , are mine .
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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...
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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.
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Volume 3 The British poets The Poetical Works of John Dryden, John Dryden |
| Author | John Dryden |
| Publisher | Little, Brown,, 1854 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 19 Sep 2007 |
| Length | 324 pages |
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