The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes, 11±ÇA. Constable & Company, 1821 |
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... he retained the puritanical principles in which he was doubtless educated . The verses are subscribed , J. Dryden of Trin . C. EPISTLE THE FIRST . THOU hast inspired me with thy [ 3 ] OF VOLUME ELEVENTH PAGE EPISTLES.
... he retained the puritanical principles in which he was doubtless educated . The verses are subscribed , J. Dryden of Trin . C. EPISTLE THE FIRST . THOU hast inspired me with thy [ 3 ] OF VOLUME ELEVENTH PAGE EPISTLES.
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... thou goest on thus fast ? Scriptures at first , enthusiasms at last ! Thou hast commenced , betimes , a saint ; go on , Mingling diviner streams with Helicon , That they who view what epigrams here be , May learn to make like , in just ...
... thou goest on thus fast ? Scriptures at first , enthusiasms at last ! Thou hast commenced , betimes , a saint ; go on , Mingling diviner streams with Helicon , That they who view what epigrams here be , May learn to make like , in just ...
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... Thou send'st thy shafts to scour the distant field . By law thy powerful pen has set us free ; Thou studiest that , and that may study thee . EPISTLE THE NINTH . A LETTER TO . SIR GEORGE [ 37 ]
... Thou send'st thy shafts to scour the distant field . By law thy powerful pen has set us free ; Thou studiest that , and that may study thee . EPISTLE THE NINTH . A LETTER TO . SIR GEORGE [ 37 ]
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... Thou break'st through forms with as much ease As the French king through articles . In grand affairs thy days are spent , In waging weighty compliment , With such as monarchs represent . They whom such vast fatigues attend , Want some ...
... Thou break'st through forms with as much ease As the French king through articles . In grand affairs thy days are spent , In waging weighty compliment , With such as monarchs represent . They whom such vast fatigues attend , Want some ...
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... thou hast not pleased the box and pit ; Yet those who blame thy tale applaud thy wit : So Terence plotted , but so Terence writ . Like his , thy thoughts are true , thy language clean ; Even lewdness is made moral in thy scene . The ...
... thou hast not pleased the box and pit ; Yet those who blame thy tale applaud thy wit : So Terence plotted , but so Terence writ . Like his , thy thoughts are true , thy language clean ; Even lewdness is made moral in thy scene . The ...
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187 ÆäÀÌÁö - Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain, And, unburied, remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes, And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
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.
189 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.
160 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.
185 ÆäÀÌÁö - Flush'd 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...
215 ÆäÀÌÁö - I wol yow telle a tale which that I Lerned at Padowe of a worthy clerk, As preved by his wordes and his werk. He is now deed and nayled in his cheste, I prey to god so yeve his soule reste.
219 ÆäÀÌÁö - In the first place, as he is the father of English poetry, so I hold him in the same degree of veneration as the Grecians held Homer or the Romans Virgil.
168 ÆäÀÌÁö - Excites us to arms With shrill notes of anger And mortal alarms. The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries, hark ! the foes come ; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat.
170 ÆäÀÌÁö - GRAND CHORUS. As from the power of sacred lays The spheres began to move, And sung the great Creator's praise To all the blest above : So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky.
191 ÆäÀÌÁö - But, oh, inflame and fire our hearts ! Our frailties help, our vice control, Submit the senses to the soul; And when rebellious they are grown, Then lay thy hand, and hold them down. 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.