The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes. Illustrated with Notes, Historical, Critical, and Explanatory, and a Life of the Author, 11±ÇWilliam Miller, 1808 |
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... virtues were for whom I suffered , though in so small a measure compared to his own , that I rather blush at it , than believe it meritorious . " The volume begins with the " Poem to the King , " and ends with a 66 Panegyric to General ...
... virtues were for whom I suffered , though in so small a measure compared to his own , that I rather blush at it , than believe it meritorious . " The volume begins with the " Poem to the King , " and ends with a 66 Panegyric to General ...
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... virtue of your pen , To perfect cures on books , as well as men . Nor is this work the least ; you well may give To men new vigour , who make stones to live . Through you , the Danes , their short dominion lost , A longer conquest than ...
... virtue of your pen , To perfect cures on books , as well as men . Nor is this work the least ; you well may give To men new vigour , who make stones to live . Through you , the Danes , their short dominion lost , A longer conquest than ...
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... virtue of Cato . + Dryden , who one would have thought had more wit , The censure of every man did disdain ; Pleading some pitiful rhymes he had writ In praise of the Countess of Castlemain . Session of the Poets , 1670 . EPISTLE THE ...
... virtue of Cato . + Dryden , who one would have thought had more wit , The censure of every man did disdain ; Pleading some pitiful rhymes he had writ In praise of the Countess of Castlemain . Session of the Poets , 1670 . EPISTLE THE ...
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... virtue did the gods oppose ; While they the victor , he the vanquished chose : But you have done what Cato could not do , To choose the vanquished , and restore him too . Let others still triumph , and gain their cause By their deserts ...
... virtue did the gods oppose ; While they the victor , he the vanquished chose : But you have done what Cato could not do , To choose the vanquished , and restore him too . Let others still triumph , and gain their cause By their deserts ...
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... virtue may repel , though not invade . Such courage did the ancient heroes show , Who , when they might prevent , would wait the blow With such assurance as they meant to say , We will o'ercome , but scorn the safest way . What further ...
... virtue may repel , though not invade . Such courage did the ancient heroes show , Who , when they might prevent , would wait the blow With such assurance as they meant to say , We will o'ercome , but scorn the safest way . What further ...
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188 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
183 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
99 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
187 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
167 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
185 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
190 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire: Come, and Thy sacred unction bring, To sanctify us while we sing.
191 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
186 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.