The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes. Illustrated with Notes, Historical, Critical, and Explanatory, and a Life of the Author, 11. köideWilliam Miller, 1808 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 44
Page 28
... pursued their steps ; and Britain , last , In manly sweetness all the rest surpassed . The wit of Greece , the gravity of Rome , Appear exalted in the British loom : } The Muses ' empire is restored again , In Charles 28.
... pursued their steps ; and Britain , last , In manly sweetness all the rest surpassed . The wit of Greece , the gravity of Rome , Appear exalted in the British loom : } The Muses ' empire is restored again , In Charles 28.
Page 62
... pursue , But shade those laurels which descend to you : And take for tribute what these lines express ; You merit more , nor could my love do less . Congreve discharged the sacred duty thus feelingly imposed . See his Preface to ...
... pursue , But shade those laurels which descend to you : And take for tribute what these lines express ; You merit more , nor could my love do less . Congreve discharged the sacred duty thus feelingly imposed . See his Preface to ...
Page 69
... pursued ; The pulpit preached the crime , the people rued . The stage was silenced ; for the saints would see In fields performed their plotted tragedy . * * The poet here endeavours to vindicate himself from the charge of having often ...
... pursued ; The pulpit preached the crime , the people rued . The stage was silenced ; for the saints would see In fields performed their plotted tragedy . * * The poet here endeavours to vindicate himself from the charge of having often ...
Page 81
... pursued the peace , Obliged , by one sole treaty , to restore What twenty years of war had won before . Enough for Europe has our Albion fought ; Let us enjoy the peace our blood has bought . When once the Persian king was put to flight ...
... pursued the peace , Obliged , by one sole treaty , to restore What twenty years of war had won before . Enough for Europe has our Albion fought ; Let us enjoy the peace our blood has bought . When once the Persian king was put to flight ...
Page 136
... pursue , Or , one dream passed , we slide into a new ; So close they follow , such wild order keep , We think ourselves awake , and are asleep ; So softly death succeeded life in her , She did but dream of heaven , and she was there ...
... pursue , Or , one dream passed , we slide into a new ; So close they follow , such wild order keep , We think ourselves awake , and are asleep ; So softly death succeeded life in her , She did but dream of heaven , and she was there ...
Other editions - View all
The Works of John Dryden, Vol. 18 of 18: Illustrated With Notes, Historical ... John Dryden No preview available - 2017 |
The Works of John Dryden, Vol. 12 of 18: Illustrated With Notes, Historical ... John Dryden No preview available - 2015 |
Common terms and phrases
ANNE KILLIGREW Arcite arms beauty behold betwixt blood Boccacio breast called Canterbury Tales Chanticleer charms Chaucer coursers crown Cymon dame death divine dream Dryden Duke Emily EPISTLE eyes fair fame fate father favour fear fight fire fortune gave grace grief Guiscard hand happy hast heart heaven honour JOHN DRYDEN kind king knew knight KNIGHT'S TALE lady laurel light live look lord lover Lysimachus maid mind mortal mourning muse never noble numbers o'er once Ovid pain Palamon panegyric play pleased pleasure poem poet poetry praise prince pursue queen race rest seems shewed sighed sight Sir George Etherege Sir Robert Howard soul stood sung sweet tale Tancred tears Thebes thee Theseus thine thing thou thought took translated Twas verses Virgil virtue vows wife Wife of Bath words youth
Popular passages
Page 188 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd 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.
Page 183 - Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son : Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
Page 99 - FAREWELL, too little, and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own: For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine.
Page 187 - 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 amazad, he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Page 167 - 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 207 - Milton was the poetical son of Spenser, and Mr. Waller of Fairfax ; for we have our lineal descents and clans, as well as other families. Spenser more than once insinuates that the soul of Chaucer was transfused into his body, and that he was begotten by him two hundred years after his decease.
Page 185 - 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...
Page 190 - 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 191 - 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 honour, endless fame, Attend the...
Page 186 - 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.