Selections from the Poetry of Dryden: Including His Plays and Translations |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 33
Page 13
... flames by which earth's entrails burn . Ye raging winds , whose rapid force can make All but the fix'd and solid centre shake , Come drive these wretches to that part o ' th ' isle Where Nature never yet did smile : Cause fogs and ...
... flames by which earth's entrails burn . Ye raging winds , whose rapid force can make All but the fix'd and solid centre shake , Come drive these wretches to that part o ' th ' isle Where Nature never yet did smile : Cause fogs and ...
Page 90
... Cho . Which are three . Three times three . Tir . By hell's blue flame ; By the Stygian lake ; And by Demogorgon's name , At which ghosts quake , Hear and appear . Ghost . Why hast thou drawn me from my pains 90 CEDIPUS .
... Cho . Which are three . Three times three . Tir . By hell's blue flame ; By the Stygian lake ; And by Demogorgon's name , At which ghosts quake , Hear and appear . Ghost . Why hast thou drawn me from my pains 90 CEDIPUS .
Page 108
... flame , lest he should singe His gaudy silken wings . He sighs when he should plunge a soul in sulphur , As with compassion touch'd of foolish men . Come if you dare , our trumpets sound ; Come if you dare , the foes rebound : We come ...
... flame , lest he should singe His gaudy silken wings . He sighs when he should plunge a soul in sulphur , As with compassion touch'd of foolish men . Come if you dare , our trumpets sound ; Come if you dare , the foes rebound : We come ...
Page 110
... flames , that wave before ye : Sometimes seven , and sometimes one ; Hurry , hurry , hurry on . See , see , the footsteps plain appearing , That way Oswald chose for flying : Firm is the turf , and fit for bearing , Where yonder pearly ...
... flames , that wave before ye : Sometimes seven , and sometimes one ; Hurry , hurry , hurry on . See , see , the footsteps plain appearing , That way Oswald chose for flying : Firm is the turf , and fit for bearing , Where yonder pearly ...
Page 117
... flame to vengeance , could it find a vent : My brother too , that lies yet scarcely cold In his deep wat'ry bed : my wand'ring mother , Who in exile died . O that I had the fruitful heads of Hydra , That one might bourgeon where another ...
... flame to vengeance , could it find a vent : My brother too , that lies yet scarcely cold In his deep wat'ry bed : my wand'ring mother , Who in exile died . O that I had the fruitful heads of Hydra , That one might bourgeon where another ...
Other editions - View all
Selections from the Poetry of Dryden: Including His Plays and Translations ... John Dryden No preview available - 2014 |
Selections from the Poetry of Dryden: Including His Plays and Translations Anonymous No preview available - 2017 |
Common terms and phrases
ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL Almah Almanz Almanzor arms art thou Aureng-Zebe bear behold blast blood brave breast breath call'd Cleo Cleom Cleopatra clouds courser cries crowd dare darts death Dryden earth Ev'n ev'ry eyes face falchions fame fatal fate fear fierce fight fire fix'd flames flow'rs forc'd forest fly fortune friends fury ghost gods grace ground hand hast head hear heard heart Heav'n hollow honour Ismeron Jove king Laius Latian light look look'd loud lov'd mighty mind murmurs Nakar night o'er pain pass'd peace pity plain pleas'd pointed lance pow'r pray'rs press'd prey prince queen rage rais'd resolv'd rest rise scarce seas seem'd seiz'd shade shake shore side sight skies sleep soul sound stood storm sweet sword tempest thee thou trembling Trojan turn'd Turnus Twas vanquish'd Vent vex'd winds wings wood wound youth
Popular passages
Page 212 - 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 angel down.
Page 154 - In the first rank of these did Zimri stand: A man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all Mankind's Epitome. Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; 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.
Page 209 - A present deity ! the vaulted roofs rebound : With ravished ears The monarch hears, Assumes the god; Affects to nod And seems to shake the spheres.
Page 162 - Shall I speak plain, and, in a nation free, Assume an honest layman's liberty ? I think, according to my little skill, To my own mother-church submitting still, That many have been saved, and many may, Who never heard this question brought in play.
Page 209 - With flying fingers touched the lyre: The trembling notes ascend the sky And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove Who left his blissful seats above, Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god; Sublime on radiant spires he rode When he to fair Olympia...
Page 150 - And lent the crowd his arm to shake the tree. •Now, manifest of crimes contrived long since, He stood at bold defiance with his Prince, Held up the buckler of the people's cause Against the crown, and skulked behind the laws.
Page 180 - LOOK round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue. How void of reason are our hopes and fears ! What in the conduct of our life appears So well...
Page 211 - Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying ; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying : Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee ! The many rend the skies with loud applause ; So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause.
Page 25 - But know, that I alone am king of me. I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
Page 154 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.