John Dryden's Palamon and ArciteLeach, Shewell, & Sanborn, 1896 - 147ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... stood much in need of . Sir Gilbert's patronage had of course become worthless , he being glad to escape with his life . It is probably true , too , that Dryden had already broken with this relative , and devoted himself wholly to ...
... stood much in need of . Sir Gilbert's patronage had of course become worthless , he being glad to escape with his life . It is probably true , too , that Dryden had already broken with this relative , and devoted himself wholly to ...
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... stood out against the new order of things . Dryden regained and held through life his supremacy at Will's , and was literary dictator as Ben Jonson had been before him , and as Addison and Samuel Johnson were after- wards . Ward , in ...
... stood out against the new order of things . Dryden regained and held through life his supremacy at Will's , and was literary dictator as Ben Jonson had been before him , and as Addison and Samuel Johnson were after- wards . Ward , in ...
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... stood , reflecting on his country's loss ; Himself an object of the public scorn , And often wished he never had been born . At last , for so his destiny required , With walking giddy , and with thinking tired , He through a little ...
... stood , reflecting on his country's loss ; Himself an object of the public scorn , And often wished he never had been born . At last , for so his destiny required , With walking giddy , and with thinking tired , He through a little ...
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... heard him , while he search'd the grove , 25 And loudly sung his roundelay of love : But on the sudden stopp'd , and silent stood , As lovers often muse , and change their mood ; 10 10 15 20 20 Now high as heaven , BOOK II . ¡¤ 71.
... heard him , while he search'd the grove , 25 And loudly sung his roundelay of love : But on the sudden stopp'd , and silent stood , As lovers often muse , and change their mood ; 10 10 15 20 20 Now high as heaven , BOOK II . ¡¤ 71.
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... stood , and show'd his hostile face : " False traitor Arcite , traitor to thy blood , Bound by thy sacred oath to seek my good , Now art thou found forsworn , for Emily ; And dar'st attempt her love , for whom I die . So hast thou ...
... stood , and show'd his hostile face : " False traitor Arcite , traitor to thy blood , Bound by thy sacred oath to seek my good , Now art thou found forsworn , for Emily ; And dar'st attempt her love , for whom I die . So hast thou ...
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123 ÆäÀÌÁö - Since every man who lives, is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy, nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end. Even kings but play; and when their part is done, Some other, worse or better, mount the throne.
86 ÆäÀÌÁö - With bowls that turn'd enamour'd youths to beasts. Here might be seen, that beauty, wealth, and wit, And prowess, to the power of love submit : The spreading snare for all mankind is laid ; And lovers all betray, and are betray'd. The goddess...
61 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fire, water, air, and earth, and force of fates, That governs all, and Heaven that all creates, Nor art, nor nature's hand can ease my grief; Nothing but death, the wretch's last relief : Then farewell youth, and all the joys that dwell, With youth and life, and life itself farewell.
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - The morning lark, the messenger of day, Saluted in her song the morning gray; And soon the sun arose with beams so bright, That all the horizon laughed to see the joyous sight...
94 ÆäÀÌÁö - And that a sleeve embroider'd by his love. With Palamon, above the rest in place, Lycurgus came, the surly king of Thrace ; Black was his beard, and manly was his face ; The...
95 ÆäÀÌÁö - His amber-colour'd locks in ringlets run, With graceful negligence, and shone against the sun : His nose was aquiline, his eyes were blue, Ruddy his lips, and fresh and fair his hue ; Some sprinkled freckles on his face were seen, Whose dusk set off the whiteness of the skin : His awful presence did the crowd surprise, Nor durst the rash spectator meet his eyes — Eyes that confess'd him born for kingly sway, So fierce, they flash'd intolerable day.
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet could he not his closing eyes withdraw, Though less and less of Emily he saw ; So, speechless, for a little space he lay ; Then grasped the hand he held, and sighed his soul away.
120 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fate could not choose a more malicious hour. What greater curse could envious Fortune give, Than just to die when I began to live! Vain men! how vanishing a bliss we crave; Now warm in love, now withering in the grave! Never, O never more to see the sun! Still dark, in a damp vault, and still alone!
129 ÆäÀÌÁö - The monarch oak, the patriarch of the trees, Shoots rising up, and spreads by slow degrees; Three centuries he grows, and three he stays, Supreme in state, and in three more decays...
87 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where neither beast, nor human kind repair; The fowl, that scent afar, the borders fly, And shun the bitter blast, and wheel about the sky. A cake of scurf lies baking on the ground, And prickly stubs, instead of trees, are found; Or woods, with knots and knares, deform'd and old; Headless the most, and hideous to behold: A rattling tempest through the branches went, That stripp'd them bare, and one sole way they bent.