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 28
... kind of hobbling prose , That limped along , and tinkled in the close . But Italy , reviving from the trance Of Vandal , Goth , and Monkish ignorance , With pauses , cadence , and well - vowel'd words , And all the graces a good ear ...
... kind of hobbling prose , That limped along , and tinkled in the close . But Italy , reviving from the trance Of Vandal , Goth , and Monkish ignorance , With pauses , cadence , and well - vowel'd words , And all the graces a good ear ...
Pagina 31
... kind of honorary banishment , during the de- pendence of the Bill of Exclusion . Upon the dissolution of the Oxford parliament , the Duke visited the court in triumph ; and after two months stay , returned to Scotland , and in his ...
... kind of honorary banishment , during the de- pendence of the Bill of Exclusion . Upon the dissolution of the Oxford parliament , the Duke visited the court in triumph ; and after two months stay , returned to Scotland , and in his ...
Pagina 48
... kind to Sir Anthony Love ; ' I needed them only to be just to this . " And , after mentioning that Dry- den had intrusted to him , upon the credit of this play , the task of completing " Cleomenes , " he triumphantly adds , --- " If ...
... kind to Sir Anthony Love ; ' I needed them only to be just to this . " And , after mentioning that Dry- den had intrusted to him , upon the credit of this play , the task of completing " Cleomenes , " he triumphantly adds , --- " If ...
Pagina 50
... kind to sense , or just to wit ; And whilst it lasts , let buffoonry succeed , To make us laugh , for never was more need . Farce , in itself , is of a nasty scent ; But the gain smells not of the excrement . The Spanish nymph , a wit ...
... kind to sense , or just to wit ; And whilst it lasts , let buffoonry succeed , To make us laugh , for never was more need . Farce , in itself , is of a nasty scent ; But the gain smells not of the excrement . The Spanish nymph , a wit ...
Pagina 51
... kind civility dismissed ; With such good manners as the Wife † did use , Who , not accepting , did but just refuse . There was a glance at parting ; such a look , As bids thee not give o'er for one rebuke . But if thou wouldst be seen ...
... kind civility dismissed ; With such good manners as the Wife † did use , Who , not accepting , did but just refuse . There was a glance at parting ; such a look , As bids thee not give o'er for one rebuke . But if thou wouldst be seen ...
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