Selections from the Poetry of Dryden: Including His Plays and TranslationsJohn W. Parker & Son, 1852 - 350 pagina's |
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Pagina 3
... vain to own repentance , since I know Thy scorn , which did my passions once despise , Once more would make my swelling anger flow ; Which now ebbs lower than your miseries : The gods , that in my fortunes were unkind , Gave me not ...
... vain to own repentance , since I know Thy scorn , which did my passions once despise , Once more would make my swelling anger flow ; Which now ebbs lower than your miseries : The gods , that in my fortunes were unkind , Gave me not ...
Pagina 8
... vain , O mortal men , your pray'rs implore The aid of pow'rs below , which want it more : A god more strong , who all the gods commands , Drives us to exile from our native lands ; The air swarms thick with wand'ring deities , Which ...
... vain , O mortal men , your pray'rs implore The aid of pow'rs below , which want it more : A god more strong , who all the gods commands , Drives us to exile from our native lands ; The air swarms thick with wand'ring deities , Which ...
Pagina 10
... vain you turn aside , And hide your face , your name you cannot hide ; I know my rival and his black design . P Almeria . I cannot kill thee ; sure thou bear'st some charm , [ Goes back . [ Aside . [ Comes again . Or some divinity holds ...
... vain you turn aside , And hide your face , your name you cannot hide ; I know my rival and his black design . P Almeria . I cannot kill thee ; sure thou bear'st some charm , [ Goes back . [ Aside . [ Comes again . Or some divinity holds ...
Pagina 19
... Vain spirits , you that shunning heav'n's high noon , Swarm here beneath the concave of the moon , What folly , or what rage your duty blinds , To violate the sleep of holy minds ? Hence , to the task assign'd you here below : Upon the ...
... Vain spirits , you that shunning heav'n's high noon , Swarm here beneath the concave of the moon , What folly , or what rage your duty blinds , To violate the sleep of holy minds ? Hence , to the task assign'd you here below : Upon the ...
Pagina 20
... vain experiments you make each day , To find content , still finding it decay , Without attempting more , should let you see That you have sought it where it ne'er could be . But when you place your joys on things above , You fix the ...
... vain experiments you make each day , To find content , still finding it decay , Without attempting more , should let you see That you have sought it where it ne'er could be . But when you place your joys on things above , You fix the ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 212 - 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.
Pagina 154 - In the first rank of these did Zimri stand: A man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all Mankind's Epitome. Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; Was everything by starts, and nothing long: But in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon: Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking; Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Pagina 209 - A present deity ! the vaulted roofs rebound : With ravished ears The monarch hears, Assumes the god; Affects to nod And seems to shake the spheres.
Pagina 162 - Shall I speak plain, and, in a nation free, Assume an honest layman's liberty ? I think, according to my little skill, To my own mother-church submitting still, That many have been saved, and many may, Who never heard this question brought in play.
Pagina 209 - With flying fingers touched the lyre: The trembling notes ascend the sky And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove Who left his blissful seats above, Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god; Sublime on radiant spires he rode When he to fair Olympia...
Pagina 150 - And lent the crowd his arm to shake the tree. •Now, manifest of crimes contrived long since, He stood at bold defiance with his Prince, Held up the buckler of the people's cause Against the crown, and skulked behind the laws.
Pagina 180 - LOOK round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue. How void of reason are our hopes and fears ! What in the conduct of our life appears So well...
Pagina 211 - Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying ; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying : Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee ! The many rend the skies with loud applause ; So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause.
Pagina 25 - But know, that I alone am king of me. I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
Pagina 154 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.