The Miscellaneous Works of John Dryden, Esq: Containing All His Original Poems, Tales, and Translations ...J. and R. Tonson, 1767 |
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... d ; no winter could his laurels fade : Heav'n in his portrait fhew'd a workman's hand , And drew it perfect , yet without a fhade . 3 7 Alexander the great . XVI . Peace XVI . Peace was the prize of all his toil On the DEATH of.
... d ; no winter could his laurels fade : Heav'n in his portrait fhew'd a workman's hand , And drew it perfect , yet without a fhade . 3 7 Alexander the great . XVI . Peace XVI . Peace was the prize of all his toil On the DEATH of.
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... Peace was the prize of all his toil and care , Which war had banish'd , and did now reftore : Bologna's walls thus mounted in the air , To feat themselves more furely than before . XVII . Her fafety rescu'd Ireland to him owes ; And ...
... Peace was the prize of all his toil and care , Which war had banish'd , and did now reftore : Bologna's walls thus mounted in the air , To feat themselves more furely than before . XVII . Her fafety rescu'd Ireland to him owes ; And ...
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... peaceful urn shall reft , His name a great example ftands , to show How ftrangely high endeavours may be bleft , Where piety and valour jointly go . 3 The Sabines being at war with the Romans , found means to furprize the citadel by ...
... peaceful urn shall reft , His name a great example ftands , to show How ftrangely high endeavours may be bleft , Where piety and valour jointly go . 3 The Sabines being at war with the Romans , found means to furprize the citadel by ...
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... peace the world was bleft , While ours , a world divided from the reft , A dreadful quiet felt , and worser far Than arms , a fullen interval of war : Thus when black clouds draw down the lab'ring kies , Ere yet abroad the winged ...
... peace the world was bleft , While ours , a world divided from the reft , A dreadful quiet felt , and worser far Than arms , a fullen interval of war : Thus when black clouds draw down the lab'ring kies , Ere yet abroad the winged ...
Strona 14
... peace As nature bred , and intereft did increase . ' We figh'd to hear the fair 3 Iberian bride Muft grow a lily to the lily's fide , While our cross ftars deny'd us Charles ' bed , Whom our first flames and virgin love did wed . For ...
... peace As nature bred , and intereft did increase . ' We figh'd to hear the fair 3 Iberian bride Muft grow a lily to the lily's fide , While our cross ftars deny'd us Charles ' bed , Whom our first flames and virgin love did wed . For ...
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Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 230 - Tis some relief, that points not clearly known, Without much hazard, may be let alone...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...