The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes. Illustrated with Notes, Historical, Critical, and Explanatory, and a Life of the Author, Volume 11William Miller, 1808 |
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Pagina 7
... heart , The birds in unfrequented shades express , Who , better taught at home , yet please us less ; So in your verse a native sweetness dwells , Which shames composure , and its art excells . Singing no more can your soft numbers ...
... heart , The birds in unfrequented shades express , Who , better taught at home , yet please us less ; So in your verse a native sweetness dwells , Which shames composure , and its art excells . Singing no more can your soft numbers ...
Pagina 17
... heart , but your fearless and invincible one , would have been wholly filled with apprehensions of danger . For as I have had the honour to hear from that oracle of truth and wisdom , your majesty's own mouth , you were pleased to visit ...
... heart , but your fearless and invincible one , would have been wholly filled with apprehensions of danger . For as I have had the honour to hear from that oracle of truth and wisdom , your majesty's own mouth , you were pleased to visit ...
Pagina 24
... heart . Always you warm ; and if the rising year , As in hot regions , brings the sun too near , ' Tis but to make your fragrant spices blow , Which in our cooler climates will not grow . They only think you animate your theme With too ...
... heart . Always you warm ; and if the rising year , As in hot regions , brings the sun too near , ' Tis but to make your fragrant spices blow , Which in our cooler climates will not grow . They only think you animate your theme With too ...
Pagina 34
... , like that of music's various parts ; Discord , that makes the harmony of hearts ; Discord , that only this dispute shall bring , Who best shall love the duke , and serve the king . EPISTLE THE EIGHTH . TO MY FRIEND , MR J. 34 EPISTLES .
... , like that of music's various parts ; Discord , that makes the harmony of hearts ; Discord , that only this dispute shall bring , Who best shall love the duke , and serve the king . EPISTLE THE EIGHTH . TO MY FRIEND , MR J. 34 EPISTLES .
Pagina 49
... hearts , to monarchs ' vows denied , And softened to distress unconquered pride : O ! then protect , in his declining years , The man , that filled your mother's eyes with tears ! The last of Charles's bards ! The living name , That ...
... hearts , to monarchs ' vows denied , And softened to distress unconquered pride : O ! then protect , in his declining years , The man , that filled your mother's eyes with tears ! The last of Charles's bards ! The living name , That ...
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Pagina 188 - 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.
Pagina 183 - 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...
Pagina 99 - FAREWELL, too little, and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own: For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine.
Pagina 187 - 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 amazad, he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Pagina 167 - 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.
Pagina 207 - Milton was the poetical son of Spenser, and Mr. Waller of Fairfax ; for we have our lineal descents and clans, as well as other families. Spenser more than once insinuates that the soul of Chaucer was transfused into his body, and that he was begotten by him two hundred years after his decease.
Pagina 185 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure : Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain...
Pagina 190 - Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire: Come, and Thy sacred unction bring, To sanctify us while we sing.
Pagina 191 - 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. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe : Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honour, endless fame, Attend the...
Pagina 186 - On the bare earth exposed he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes. With downcast looks the joyless victor sate, Revolving in his altered soul The various turns of Chance below ; And, now and then, a sigh he stole, And tears began to flow.