The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes. Illustrated with Notes, Historical, Critical, and Explanatory, and a Life of the Author, Volume 11William Miller, 1808 - English literature |
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... sweet , Did never but in Sampson's riddle meet . ' Tis strange each line so great a weight should bear , And yet no sign of toil , no sweat appear . Either your art hides art , as stoics feign Then least to feel , when most they suffer ...
... sweet , Did never but in Sampson's riddle meet . ' Tis strange each line so great a weight should bear , And yet no sign of toil , no sweat appear . Either your art hides art , as stoics feign Then least to feel , when most they suffer ...
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... the soldier's hand . * Roscommon , it must be remembered , was born in Ireland , where his property also was situated . But the Dillons were of English extraction . 7 * How will sweet Ovid's ghost be pleased to hear EPISTLES.I 29.
... the soldier's hand . * Roscommon , it must be remembered , was born in Ireland , where his property also was situated . But the Dillons were of English extraction . 7 * How will sweet Ovid's ghost be pleased to hear EPISTLES.I 29.
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... sweet Ovid's ghost be pleased to hear His fame augmented by an English peer ; How he embellishes his Helen's loves , Outdoes his softness , and his sense improves ? When these translate , and teach translators too , Nor firstling kid ...
... sweet Ovid's ghost be pleased to hear His fame augmented by an English peer ; How he embellishes his Helen's loves , Outdoes his softness , and his sense improves ? When these translate , and teach translators too , Nor firstling kid ...
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... sweet meat , The fine you pay for being great . Nay , here's a harder imposition , Which is indeed the court's petition , That , setting worldly pomp aside , Which poet has at font denied , You would be pleased in humble way To write a ...
... sweet meat , The fine you pay for being great . Nay , here's a harder imposition , Which is indeed the court's petition , That , setting worldly pomp aside , Which poet has at font denied , You would be pleased in humble way To write a ...
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... sweet idea charms my mind : True , she was dumb ; for nature gazed so long , Pleased with her work , that she forgot her tongue ; But , smiling , said - She still shall gain the prize ; I only have transferred it to her eyes . Such are ...
... sweet idea charms my mind : True , she was dumb ; for nature gazed so long , Pleased with her work , that she forgot her tongue ; But , smiling , said - She still shall gain the prize ; I only have transferred it to her eyes . Such are ...
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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.