The Poetical Works of John Dryden, 2±Ç

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206 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...
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - ALL human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey. This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, young Was called to empire, and had governed long. In prose and verse was owned, without dispute, Through all the realms of Nonsense absolute.
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes...
211 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.
90 ÆäÀÌÁö - A MILK-WHITE Hind, immortal and unchanged, Fed on the lawns and in the forest ranged ; Without unspotted, innocent within, She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.
168 ÆäÀÌÁö - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell!
92 ÆäÀÌÁö - Follow'd false lights ; and when their glimpse was gone, My pride struck out new sparkles of her own. Such was I, such by nature still I am ; Be thine the glory and be mine the shame. Good life be now my task : my doubts are done ; What more could shock my faith than Three in One ? " In drawing Dryden's character, Johnson has given, though I suppose unintentionally, some touches of his own.
31 ÆäÀÌÁö - admiring throng loud acclamations make And omens of his future empire take. The sire then shook the honours of his head, And from his brows damps of oblivion shed Full on the filial...
168 ÆäÀÌÁö - What passion cannot Music raise and quell? When Jubal struck the chorded shell, His listening brethren stood around, And, wondering, on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound: Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well.
255 ÆäÀÌÁö - I shall say the less of Mr Collier, because in many things he has taxed me justly; and I have pleaded guilty to all thoughts and expressions of mine which can be truly argued of obscenity, profaneness, or immorality, and retract them.

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