The Works of the English Poets: Dryden |
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
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مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 214 - 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.
الصفحة 201 - 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. Then cold and hot, and moist and dry, In order to their stations leap, And music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man.
الصفحة 215 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; 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!
الصفحة 11 - Disguised in mortal mould and infancy? That the great Maker of the world could die? And after that trust my imperfect sense, Which calls in question His Omnipotence?
الصفحة 137 - I been depos'd, if you had reign'd! The father had descended for the son, For only you are lineal to the throne.
الصفحة 27 - She made a mannerly excuse to stay, Proffering the Hind to wait her half the way: That, since the sky was clear, an hour of talk Might help her to beguile the tedious walk. With much good-will the motion was embrac'd...
الصفحة 214 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus...
الصفحة 202 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot...
الصفحة 218 - 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.
الصفحة 111 - On his left hand twelve reverend owls did fly. So Romulus, 'tis sung, by Tiber's Brook, Presage of sway from twice six vultures took. Th 'admiring throng loud acclamations make And omens of his future empire take.