The Works of John Dryden: In Verse and Prose, 1. köideHarper & Brothers, 1859 |
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... face that wept before . With ease such fond chimeras we pursue , As fancy frames for fancy to subdue : But when ourselves to action we betake , It shuns the inint like gold that chymists make . How hard was then his task ! at once to be ...
... face that wept before . With ease such fond chimeras we pursue , As fancy frames for fancy to subdue : But when ourselves to action we betake , It shuns the inint like gold that chymists make . How hard was then his task ! at once to be ...
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... face and antique gestures , at which we cannot forbear to laugh , because it is a de- viation from nature . But though the same images serve equally for the Epic poesy , and for the Historic and Panegyric , which are branches of it ...
... face and antique gestures , at which we cannot forbear to laugh , because it is a de- viation from nature . But though the same images serve equally for the Epic poesy , and for the Historic and Panegyric , which are branches of it ...
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... face his ship to anchor brought , And steeple - high stood propt upon the main . At this excess of courage , all amaz'd , The foremost of his foes a while withdraw With such respect in enter'd Rome they gaz'd , Who on high chairs the ...
... face his ship to anchor brought , And steeple - high stood propt upon the main . At this excess of courage , all amaz'd , The foremost of his foes a while withdraw With such respect in enter'd Rome they gaz'd , Who on high chairs the ...
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... face .. More than his guards his sorrows made him known , [ shower : And pious tears , which down his cheeks did The wretched in his grief forgot their own ; So much the pity of a king has power . He wept the flames of what he lov'd so ...
... face .. More than his guards his sorrows made him known , [ shower : And pious tears , which down his cheeks did The wretched in his grief forgot their own ; So much the pity of a king has power . He wept the flames of what he lov'd so ...
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... face , And from the hearths the little lares creep . Our king this more than natural change beholds ; With sober joy his heart and eyes abound : To the All - good his lifted hands he folds , And thanks him low on his redeemed ground ...
... face , And from the hearths the little lares creep . Our king this more than natural change beholds ; With sober joy his heart and eyes abound : To the All - good his lifted hands he folds , And thanks him low on his redeemed ground ...
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Page 141 - 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 141 - And, wondering, on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound. Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well.
Page 188 - Fortune, that with malicious joy Does man her slave oppress, Proud of her office to destroy, Is seldom pleased to bless : Still various, and unconstant still, But with an inclination to be ill, Promotes, degrades, delights in strife, And makes a lottery of life. I can enjoy her while she's kind ; But when she dances in the wind, And shakes...
Page 129 - 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. One common note on either lyre did strike, And knaves and fools we both abhorred alike.
Page 328 - I take imitation of an author, in their sense, to be an endeavour of a later poet to write like one who has written before him on the same subject; that is, not to translate his words, or to be confined to his sense, but only to set him as a pattern, and to write as he supposes that author would have done, had he lived in our age, and in our country.
Page 154 - Tis not the' poet, but the age is prais'd. Wit's now arriv'd to a more high degree; Our native language more refin'd and free. Our ladies and our men now speak more wit In conversation, than those poets writ.
Page 43 - Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking. Blest madman, who could every hour employ With something new to wish or to enjoy...
Page 40 - And, never satisfied with seeing, bless : Swift, unbespoken pomps thy steps proclaim, And stammering babes are taught to lisp thy name : How long wilt thou the general joy detain, Starve and defraud the people of thy reign ; Content...
Page 41 - Believe me, royal youth, thy fruit must be, Or gather'd ripe, or rot upon the tree. Heav'n has to all allotted, soon or late, Some lucky revolution of their fate: Whose motions if we watch and guide with skill, (For human good depends on human will,) Our fortune rolls, as from a smooth descent, And, from the first impression, takes the bent: But, if unseiz'd, she glides away like wind; And leaves repenting folly far behind.
Page 195 - The design, the disposition, the manners, and the thoughts are all before it: where any of those are wanting or imperfect, so much wants or is imperfect in the imitation of human life, which is in the very definition of a poem.