The Works of John Dryden, Volume X: Plays: The Tempest, Tyrannick Love, An Evening's LoveUniversity of California Press, 15/11/2023 - 576 من الصفحات Volume X contains three of Dryden's Plays, along with accompanying scholarly appartus: The Tempest, Tyrannick Love, and An Evening's Love. |
المحتوى
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TYRANNICK LOVE OR THE ROYAL MARTYR | 103 |
AN EVENINGS LOVE OR THE MOCKASTROLOGER | 193 |
COMMENTARY | 313 |
STAGING | 481 |
TEXTUAL NOTES | 487 |
APPENDIX | 535 |
INDEX TO THE COMMENTARY | 547 |
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
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الصفحة 345 - All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too. Those who accuse him to have wanted learning, give him the greater commendation : he was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of books to read nature; he looked inwards, and found her there.
الصفحة 28 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
الصفحة 149 - E'en the tears they shed alone Cure, like trickling balm, their smart. Lovers, when they lose their breath, Bleed away in easy death. Love and Time with reverence use : Treat them like a parting friend, Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send, For each year their price is more And they less simple than before. Love, like spring-tides full and high, Swells in every youthful vein ; But each tide does less supply, Till they quite shrink in again : If a flow in age appear, 'Tis but...
الصفحة 149 - AH how sweet it is to love, Ah how gay is young desire ! And what pleasing pains we prove When we first approach love's fire! Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are. Sighs, which are from lovers blown, Do but gently heave the heart: Ev'n the tears they shed alone Cure, like trickling balm, their smart.
الصفحة 2 - Latin proverb, were not always the least happy. And as his fancy was quick, so likewise were the products of it remote and new. He borrowed not of any other; and his imaginations were such as could not easily enter into any other man.
الصفحة 20 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
الصفحة 12 - Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The fraughting souls within her.
الصفحة 467 - In any case thou shalt deliver him the pledge again when the sun goeth down...
الصفحة 146 - In the bright moonshine, while winds whistle loud, Tivy, tivy, tivy? we mount and we fly, All racking along in a downy white cloud ; And lest our leap from the sky prove too far, We slide on the back of a new falling star, And drop from above In a jelly of love.