The Poetical Works of John Dryden, 1±ÇJ. Nichol, 1855 |
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... heaven , having sprung from the gods— ¥Îά¥í¥è¥ï¥í ¥ê¥áὶ ¥Â¥á¥ëί¥ï¥í , ¥óὸ ἅ¥ì¥á ¥ð¥í¥ï¥éῇ¥ò¥é , ¥ð¥å¥óέ¥ò¥è¥ç¥í . ¥Ó¥ïὺς ἔ¥ó¥å¥ê¥å ¥Æ¥å¥õύ¥ñῳ ἀ¥íέ¥ìῳ ¥Á¥ñ¥ð¥ô¥é¥á ¥Ð¥ï¥äά¥ñ¥ã¥ç , Dryden resembled rather the mortal steed which was yoked with these immortal twain , the brood of Zephyr and ...
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... heaven , and your own light ; Like them are good , but from a nobler cause , From your own knowledge , not from nature's laws . Your power you never use , but for defence , To guard your own , or other's innocence : Your foes are such ...
... heaven , and your own light ; Like them are good , but from a nobler cause , From your own knowledge , not from nature's laws . Your power you never use , but for defence , To guard your own , or other's innocence : Your foes are such ...
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... Heaven , that but once was prodigal before , To Shakspeare gave as much ; she could not give him more . Maintain your post : that's all the fame you need ; For ' tis impossible you should proceed . Already I am worn with cares and age ...
... Heaven , that but once was prodigal before , To Shakspeare gave as much ; she could not give him more . Maintain your post : that's all the fame you need ; For ' tis impossible you should proceed . Already I am worn with cares and age ...
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... Heaven itself infused , Which Moses , David , Solomon have used , Is now to be no more : the Muses ' foes Would sink their Maker's praises into prosc . Were they content to prune the lavish vine Of straggling branches , and improve the ...
... Heaven itself infused , Which Moses , David , Solomon have used , Is now to be no more : the Muses ' foes Would sink their Maker's praises into prosc . Were they content to prune the lavish vine Of straggling branches , and improve the ...
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... Heaven , in Paradise were cursed . For man and woman , though in one they grow , Yet , first or last , return again to two . 10 20 1 ' John Dryden : ' this poem was written in 1699 ; the person to whom it is addressed was cousin ...
... Heaven , in Paradise were cursed . For man and woman , though in one they grow , Yet , first or last , return again to two . 10 20 1 ' John Dryden : ' this poem was written in 1699 ; the person to whom it is addressed was cousin ...
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103 ÆäÀÌÁö - His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he Heaven and Earth defied Changed his hand and check'd his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse: He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And weltering in his blood; Deserted at his utmost need By those his former bounty fed; On the bare earth exposed he lies Alexander's Feast 109 With not a friend to close his eyes.
102 ÆäÀÌÁö - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first ordain : Bacchus...
72 ÆäÀÌÁö - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
101 ÆäÀÌÁö - Happy, happy, happy pair ! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair.
30 ÆäÀÌÁö - Better to hunt in fields for health unbought Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend : God never made His work for man to mend.
105 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, amazed, he stares around. •Revenge, revenge!
104 ÆäÀÌÁö - is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying: If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying; Lovely Tha'is sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee.
106 ÆäÀÌÁö - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged 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.
201 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have pleaded guilty to all thoughts and expressions of mine, which can be truly argued of obscenity, profaneness, or immorality ; and retract them. If lie be my enemy, let him triumph ; if he be my friend, as I have given him no personal occasion to be otherwise, he will be glad of my repentance. It becomes me not to draw my pen in the defence of a bad cause, when I have so often drawn it for a good one.
193 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tales, their humours, their features, and the very dress, as distinctly as if I had supped with them at the Tabard in Southwark.