The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes, 3. köide

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A. Constable & Company, 1821

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Page 120 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Page 197 - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro. Tis new to thee.
Page 144 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change, Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Hark! now I hear them - Ding-dong, bell.
Page 392 - Ah how sweet it is to love! Ah how gay is young desire ! And what pleasing pains we prove When we first approach love's fire ! Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are. Sighs, which are from lovers blown, Do but gently heave the heart : Even the tears they shed alone, Cure, like trickling balm, their smart.
Page 393 - ... away in easy death. Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend; Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before. Love, like spring-tides full and high, Swells in every youthful vein; But each tide does less supply, Till they quite shrink in again: If a flow in age appear, 'Tis but rain, and runs not clear.
Page 120 - Thou strok'dst me and made much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, 3SS That burn by day and night ; and then I lov'd thee And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Page 104 - This did his love, and this his mirth digest; One imitates him most, the other best. If they have since...
Page 104 - Shakspeare's magic could not copied be ; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
Page 106 - Behind this is the scene, which represents a thick cloudy sky, a very rocky coast, and a tempestuous sea in perpetual agitation.
Page 165 - How ty'd to her ? Ferd. To love none but her. Hip. But, Sir, I find it is against my Nature. I must love where I like, and I believe I may like all, All that are fair : come ! Bring me to this Woman, For I must have her.

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