Made still a blundering kind of melody; Spurred boldly on, and dashed through thick and thin, Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in. Absalom and Achitophel. Part ii. Line 413. For every inch that is not fool is rogue. Men met each other with erected look, Line 463. The steps were higher that they took, Threnodia Augustalis. Line 124. For truth has such a face and such a mien, The Hind and Panther. Line 33. And kind as kings upon their coronation day. Line 271. But Shadwell never deviates into sense. Mac Flecknoe. Line 20. And torture one poor word ten thousand ways. Line 208. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace. Epistle to Congreve. Line 19. Be kind to my remains; and O defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend! Line 72 Better to hunt in fields for health unbought, Epistle to John Dryden, of Chesterton. Line 92. Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line. To the Memory of Mr. Oldham. Line 15. So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there. 1 Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated needs but to be seen. Eleonora. Line 315. Pope, Essay on Man, Ep. ii. Line 217. Since heaven's eternal year is thine. Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Line 15. O gracious God! how far have we Line 56. Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.1 He was exhaled; his great Creator drew Line 70. On the Death of a very Young Gentleman. Three poets, in three distant ages born, Under Mr. Milton's Picture. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, A Song for St. Cecilia's Day. Line 11. None but the brave deserves the fair. Alexander's Feast. Line 15. With ravished ears Affects to nod, And seems to shake the spheres. Line 37. 1 Of manners gentle, of affections mild; In wit a man, simplicity a child.-Pope, Epitaph on Gay. 2 Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven. Young, Night Thoughts, v. Line 600. Selvaggi, Ad Joannem Miltonum. Græcia Mæonidam, jactet sibi Roma Maronem, 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 Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Never ending, still beginning, If all the world be worth the winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying: Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee. Line 97. Sighed and looked, and sighed again. Line 120. And, like another Helen, fired another Troy. Line 154. Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. Line 160. He raised a mortal to the skies, Alexander's Feast. Line 169. A very merry, dancing, drinking, The Secular Masque. Line 40. Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, Palamon and Arcite. Book ii. Line 758. For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss. The Cock and the Fox. Line 452. And that one hunting, which the Devil designed Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, Theodore and Honoria. The power of beauty I remember yet. Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 1. When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind. Line 41. He trudged along, unknowing what he sought, The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes, Line 107. Love taught him shame, and shame, with love at strife, Soon taught the sweet civilities of life. Line 133. She hugged the offender, and forgave the offence. Line 367. 1 This proverb Dryden repeats in Amphitryon, Act i. Sc. 2. See Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc. 2. Perjuria ridet amantum Jupiter. Tibullus, Lib. iii. El. 6, Line 49. 2 And love the offender, yet detest the offence. Pope, Eloisa to Abelard, Line 192. And raw in fields the rude militia swarms; Stout once a month they march, a blustering band, Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 400. Of seeming arms to make a short essay, Happy who in his verse can gently steer Line 407. The Art of Poetry. Canto i. Line 75. Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own; He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day.2 Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 65. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour. Line 71. I can enjoy her while she 's kind; But when she dances in the wind, And shakes the wings, and will not stay, I puff the prostitute away. Line 81. And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm. 1 Formed by thy converse, happily to steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe. Line 87. Pope, Essay on Man, Ep. iv. Line 379. Heureux qui, dans ses vers, sait d'une voix légère Boileau, L'Art Poétique, Chant 1er. 2 Serenely full, the epicure would say, Sydney Smith, Recipe for Salad. |