The Poetical Works of John Dryden, 3. köideG. Bell & sons, 1891 |
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... e'en the natives , forc'd by hunger , fled . Our stage does human chance present to view , But ne'er before was seen so sadly true : You are chang'd too , and your pretence to see Is but a nobler name for charity . 10 15 20 Your own ...
... e'en the natives , forc'd by hunger , fled . Our stage does human chance present to view , But ne'er before was seen so sadly true : You are chang'd too , and your pretence to see Is but a nobler name for charity . 10 15 20 Your own ...
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... when they would please our pit , Debas'd e'en to the level of their wit ; Disdaining that , which yet they know will take , Hating themselves what their applause must make . But when to praise from you they would aspire , 58 THE POENS.
... when they would please our pit , Debas'd e'en to the level of their wit ; Disdaining that , which yet they know will take , Hating themselves what their applause must make . But when to praise from you they would aspire , 58 THE POENS.
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... E'en while they frown and dictate laws , obey . You , mighty sir , our bonds more easy make , And gracefully , what all must suffer , take : Above those forms the grave affect to wear ; For ' tis not to be wise to be severe . True ...
... E'en while they frown and dictate laws , obey . You , mighty sir , our bonds more easy make , And gracefully , what all must suffer , take : Above those forms the grave affect to wear ; For ' tis not to be wise to be severe . True ...
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... e'en those martyrs are but rare in plays ; A cursed sign how much true faith decays . Love is no more a violent desire ; ' Tis a mere metaphor , a painted fire . In all our sex , the name examin'd well , ' Tis pride to gain , and vanity ...
... e'en those martyrs are but rare in plays ; A cursed sign how much true faith decays . Love is no more a violent desire ; ' Tis a mere metaphor , a painted fire . In all our sex , the name examin'd well , ' Tis pride to gain , and vanity ...
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... therefore two lay tugging at the piece , With all their force , to draw the ponderous mass from Greece ; A weight that bent e'en Seneca's strong muse , And which Corneille's shoulders did refuse . So hard it OF DRYDEN . 69.
... therefore two lay tugging at the piece , With all their force , to draw the ponderous mass from Greece ; A weight that bent e'en Seneca's strong muse , And which Corneille's shoulders did refuse . So hard it OF DRYDEN . 69.
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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...