The Miscellaneous Works of John Dryden, Esq: Containing All His Original Poems, Tales, and Translations ...J. and R. Tonson, 1767 |
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الصفحة xiii
... youth is kindled in thy breast . Thou mak'ft the beauties of the Romans known , And England boasts of riches not her own : Thy lines have heighten'd Virgil's majesty , And Horace wonders at himself in thee . Thou teacheft Perfius to ...
... youth is kindled in thy breast . Thou mak'ft the beauties of the Romans known , And England boasts of riches not her own : Thy lines have heighten'd Virgil's majesty , And Horace wonders at himself in thee . Thou teacheft Perfius to ...
الصفحة 2
... youth now have pretence to be Dunces fecurely , ignorant healthfully . Rare linguist whofe worth fpeaks itself , whofe praife , Tho ' not his own , all tongues befides do raise : Than whom great Alexander may feem lefs ; Who conquer'd ...
... youth now have pretence to be Dunces fecurely , ignorant healthfully . Rare linguist whofe worth fpeaks itself , whofe praife , Tho ' not his own , all tongues befides do raise : Than whom great Alexander may feem lefs ; Who conquer'd ...
الصفحة 8
... youth betray By acts their age too late would wish undone . X. And yet dominion was not his defign ; We owe that bleffing , not to him , but heav'n , Which to fair acts unfought rewards did join ; Rewards , that lefs to him than us were ...
... youth betray By acts their age too late would wish undone . X. And yet dominion was not his defign ; We owe that bleffing , not to him , but heav'n , Which to fair acts unfought rewards did join ; Rewards , that lefs to him than us were ...
الصفحة 14
... Youth that with joys had unacquainted been , Envy'd gray hairs that once good days had seen : We thought our fires , not with their own content , Had ere we came to age our portion spent . Nor could our nobles hope their bold attempt ...
... Youth that with joys had unacquainted been , Envy'd gray hairs that once good days had seen : We thought our fires , not with their own content , Had ere we came to age our portion spent . Nor could our nobles hope their bold attempt ...
الصفحة 15
... youth's defired age ; But found his life too true a pilgrimage . Unconquer'd yet in that forlorn eftate , His manly courage overcame his fate . His wounds he took , like Romans on his breaft , Which by his virtue were with laurels dreft ...
... youth's defired age ; But found his life too true a pilgrimage . Unconquer'd yet in that forlorn eftate , His manly courage overcame his fate . His wounds he took , like Romans on his breaft , Which by his virtue were with laurels dreft ...
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الصفحة 129 - 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.
الصفحة 45 - 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 the memory for the species or ideas of those things which it designs to represent.
الصفحة 119 - Oh ! had he been content to serve the crown With virtues only proper to the gown, Or had the rankness of the soil been freed From cockle that oppressed the noble seed, David for him his tuneful harp had strung And Heaven had wanted one immortal song.
الصفحة 117 - And rak'd for converts even the court and stews: Which Hebrew priests the more unkindly took, Because the fleece accompanies the flock. Some thought they God's anointed meant to...
الصفحة 283 - Refine and purge our earthly parts ; 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.
الصفحة 229 - Which each presum'd he best could understand, The common rule was made the common prey ; And at the mercy of the rabble lay. The tender page with horny...
الصفحة 230 - Tis some relief, that points not clearly known, Without much hazard, may be let alone...
الصفحة 129 - He laughed himself from court; then sought relief By forming parties, but could ne'er be chief; For, spite of him, the weight of business fell On Absalom, and wise Achitophel ; Thus, wicked but in will, of means bereft, He left not faction, but of that was left.
الصفحة xvi - Through 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 ! ODE VI.
الصفحة 133 - And all his pow'r against himself employs. He gives, and let him give my right away: But why should he his own, and yours betray? He, only he can make the nation bleed, And he alone from my revenge is freed. Take then my tears...