 | William Harmon - 1992 - عدد الصفحات: 1132
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 | David M. Nelson - 1994 - عدد الصفحات: 599
...and the character of the game was changing. Fourth Quarter Grass Basketball and a Safer Game Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain Fought all his...routed all his foes, And thrice he slew the slain. — John Dryden, Alexander's Feast 17 John Waldorf's Era, 1968-1975 NCAA Football Rules Committee Is... | |
 | Joyce Myrus - 1993 - عدد الصفحات: 399
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 | T. S. Eliot - 1997 - عدد الصفحات: 130
...magnificence, as in "Alexander's Feast": — Sooth 'd with the sound the king grew vain; Fought all his hattles o'er again; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain. The great advantage of Dryden over Milton is that while the former is always in control of his ascent,... | |
 | Ronald Carter, John McRae - 1997 - عدد الصفحات: 584
...subject matter often being highly topical and the characters particular rather than universal. DRYDEN Soothed with the sound the king grew vain Fought all his battles o'er again (Alexander's Feasf) At a time when people were taking sides (Whig or Tory, Protestant or Catholic,... | |
 | John McRae - 1998 - عدد الصفحات: 156
...one with full hands How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. (xxiv) Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain, Fought all his battles o'er again. (xxv) They flee from me, that sometime did me seek. (xxvi) When Israel was in Egypt land, Let my people... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 2000 - عدد الصفحات: 196
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 | John Horgan - 2000 - عدد الصفحات: 336
...of Dryden's line about Alexander the Great refighting all his battles during a drunken monologue — And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain — life is just too short for occupying oneself with the slaying of the slain more than twice." Gould... | |
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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,... 
