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Pagina 21
... ground , and birth deny To flowers that in its womb expecting lie , Do seldom their usurping pow'r withdraw , But raging floods pursue their hasty thaw . Our thaw was mild , the cold not chas'd away , But lost in kindly heat of lengthen ...
... ground , and birth deny To flowers that in its womb expecting lie , Do seldom their usurping pow'r withdraw , But raging floods pursue their hasty thaw . Our thaw was mild , the cold not chas'd away , But lost in kindly heat of lengthen ...
Pagina 23
... ground , And martial brass , bely the thunder's sound ; ' Twas hence at length just Vengeance thought it fit To speed their ruin by their impious wit . Thus Sforza , curs'd with a too fertile brain , Lost by his wiles the pow'r his wit ...
... ground , And martial brass , bely the thunder's sound ; ' Twas hence at length just Vengeance thought it fit To speed their ruin by their impious wit . Thus Sforza , curs'd with a too fertile brain , Lost by his wiles the pow'r his wit ...
Pagina 28
... ground ; And the more solemn pomp was still defer'd , Till new - born Nature in fresh looks appear'd . Thus , royal Sir , to see you landed here , Was cause enough of triumph for a year : Nor would your care those glorious joys repeat ...
... ground ; And the more solemn pomp was still defer'd , Till new - born Nature in fresh looks appear'd . Thus , royal Sir , to see you landed here , Was cause enough of triumph for a year : Nor would your care those glorious joys repeat ...
Pagina 30
... ground ; Which in one blessing mix'd descends on you , As heighten'd spirits fall in richer dew . , Not that our wishes do increase your store ; Full of yourself , you can admit no more : We add not to your glory , but employ Our time ...
... ground ; Which in one blessing mix'd descends on you , As heighten'd spirits fall in richer dew . , Not that our wishes do increase your store ; Full of yourself , you can admit no more : We add not to your glory , but employ Our time ...
Pagina 64
... ground . Amidst these toils succeeds the balmy night ; Now hissing waters the quench'd guns restore ; And weary waves , withdrawing from the fight , Lie lull'd and panting on the silent shore . The moon shone clear on the becalmed flood ...
... ground . Amidst these toils succeeds the balmy night ; Now hissing waters the quench'd guns restore ; And weary waves , withdrawing from the fight , Lie lull'd and panting on the silent shore . The moon shone clear on the becalmed flood ...
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Absalom ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL Achitophel Arius arms arts Behold Belgian blessing blest blood bold breast call'd cause church conscience crimes crowd crown dare David's defence design'd divine DRYDEN e'en Eliab ephod eyes faction faith fame fate father fear fight fire flames fleet foes forc'd friends grace hast Heav'n Heaven's Hebron Hind honour hope Ishbosheth Israel Jebusites Jews JOHN DRYDEN kind King labour land laws Lord mercy mighty monarchs Muse ne'er never numbers o'er once Ovid Panther Papists peace Phaleg plain plot Poem pow'r praise pretend prey pride prince promis'd rage rais'd reason rebel reign religion rest rhymes rise royal ruin sacred sanhedrims satire Scripture sects sedition seem'd sense Shadwell Shimei shore soul sovereign stand sure sway thee thou thought throne Tis true toil truth twas Uzza verse vex'd virtue wind wise words youth
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Pagina 27 - Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking. Blest madman, who could every hour employ With something new to wish or to enjoy...
Pagina 111 - My thoughtless youth was wing'd with vain desires, My manhood, long misled by wandering fires, 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 fright my faith than Three in One...
Pagina 110 - Tis true she bounded by and tripped so light, They had not time to take a steady sight ; For truth has such a face and such a mien As to be loved needs only to be seen.
Pagina 16 - He sought the storms ; but for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit. Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide...
Pagina 16 - Got, while his soul did huddled notions try, And born a shapeless lump, like anarchy ; In friendship false, implacable in hate, Resolv'd to ruin or to rule the State; To compass this the triple bond he broke; The pillars of the public safety shook, And fitted Israel for a foreign yoke; Then, seiz'd with fear, yet still affecting fame, Usurp'da Patriot's all-atoning name.
Pagina 41 - ... fancy, or the variation, driving or moulding of that thought, as the judgment represents it proper to the subject; the third is Elocution, or the Art of clothing and adorning that thought so found and varied, in apt, significant and sounding words: the quickness of the Imagination is seen in the Invention, the fertility in the Fancy, and the accuracy in the Expression.
Pagina 9 - Thro' the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun : Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far — but far above the Great. THE BARD. A Pindaric Ode. I. i. seize thee, ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Tho' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.
Pagina 111 - But, gracious God, how well dost thou provide For erring judgments an unerring guide! Thy throne is darkness in the abyss of light, A blaze of glory that forbids the sight. O teach me to believe thee thus conceal'd, And search no farther than thyself reveal'd; But her alone for my director take, Whom thou hast promised never to forsake!
Pagina 40 - Gull'd with a patriot's name, whose modern sense Is one that would by law supplant his prince; The people's brave, the politician's tool; Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
Pagina 40 - The composition of all poems is, or ought to be, of wit; and wit in the poet, or Wit writing (if you will give me leave to use a school-distinction), is no other than the faculty of imagination in the writer, which, like a nimble spaniel, beats over and ranges through the field of memory, till it springs the quarry it hunted after; or, without metaphor, which searches over all...