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 |
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Page 54
... that this Epistle should have stood earlier in the arrangement : but , having no positive evi- dence , the Editor has not disturbed the former order . EPISTLE THE ELEVENTH . THE Grecian wits , who satire 54 EPISTLES .
... that this Epistle should have stood earlier in the arrangement : but , having no positive evi- dence , the Editor has not disturbed the former order . EPISTLE THE ELEVENTH . THE Grecian wits , who satire 54 EPISTLES .
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... stood . Like Janus , he the stubborn soil manured , With rules of husbandry the rankness cured ; Tamed us to manners when the stage was rude , And boisterous English wit with art endued . Our age was cultivated thus at length ; But what ...
... stood . Like Janus , he the stubborn soil manured , With rules of husbandry the rankness cured ; Tamed us to manners when the stage was rude , And boisterous English wit with art endued . Our age was cultivated thus at length ; But what ...
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... stood perhaps , but each alone ; Two wrestlers help to pull each other down . Not that my verse would blemish all the fair ; But yet if some be bad , ' tis wisdom to beware , And better shun the bait , than struggle in the snare . Thus ...
... stood perhaps , but each alone ; Two wrestlers help to pull each other down . Not that my verse would blemish all the fair ; But yet if some be bad , ' tis wisdom to beware , And better shun the bait , than struggle in the snare . Thus ...
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... stood firm . But as Dundee has- tened towards them , and extended his arm as if urging the assault , a shot penetrated his armour beneath his arm - pit , and he dropt from his horse . He lived but a very short time , and died in the ...
... stood firm . But as Dundee has- tened towards them , and extended his arm as if urging the assault , a shot penetrated his armour beneath his arm - pit , and he dropt from his horse . He lived but a very short time , and died in the ...
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... stood prepared to see the manna fall . Such multitudes she fed , she clothed , she nurst , That she herself might fear her wanting first . Of her five talents , other five she made ; Heaven , that had largely given , was largely paid ...
... stood prepared to see the manna fall . Such multitudes she fed , she clothed , she nurst , That she herself might fear her wanting first . Of her five talents , other five she made ; Heaven , that had largely given , was largely paid ...
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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.