The Miscellaneous Works of John Dryden, Esq;: Containing All His Original Poems, Tales, and Translations. Now First Collected and Published Together in Four Volumes. With Explanatory Notes and Observations. Also an Account of His Life and Writings ...J. and R. Tonson, in the Strand., 1760 |
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Side 13
... Still when the lion look'd his knees he bent , And paid at church a courtier's compliment . The bristled baptist boar , impure as he , But whiten'd with the foam of fanctity , With fat pollutions fill'd the facred place , And mountains ...
... Still when the lion look'd his knees he bent , And paid at church a courtier's compliment . The bristled baptist boar , impure as he , But whiten'd with the foam of fanctity , With fat pollutions fill'd the facred place , And mountains ...
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... still be small , ' Bounded betwixt a puddle and a wall Yet your victorious colonies are fent Where the north ocean girds the continent . Quicken'd with fire below , your monsters breed ; In fenny Holland , and in fruitful Tweed : And ...
... still be small , ' Bounded betwixt a puddle and a wall Yet your victorious colonies are fent Where the north ocean girds the continent . Quicken'd with fire below , your monsters breed ; In fenny Holland , and in fruitful Tweed : And ...
Side 21
... of tyrannic sway , Where still the stronger on the weaker prey . Man only of a fofter mold is made , Not for his fellow's ruin , but their aid ; Created kind , beneficent and free , The noble image THE HIND AND THE PANTHER . 21.
... of tyrannic sway , Where still the stronger on the weaker prey . Man only of a fofter mold is made , Not for his fellow's ruin , but their aid ; Created kind , beneficent and free , The noble image THE HIND AND THE PANTHER . 21.
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... Still he's the fairest of the fallen crew , No mother more indulgent but the true . Fierce to her foes , yet fears her force to try , Because she wants innate authority ; For how can fhe constrain them to obey , Who has herself caft off ...
... Still he's the fairest of the fallen crew , No mother more indulgent but the true . Fierce to her foes , yet fears her force to try , Because she wants innate authority ; For how can fhe constrain them to obey , Who has herself caft off ...
Side 42
... still it were apoftolic ? Friend , faid the Hind , you quit your former ground , Where all your faith you did on fcripture found : Now ' tis tradition join'd with holy writ ; But thus your memory betrays your wit . No , faid the Panther ...
... still it were apoftolic ? Friend , faid the Hind , you quit your former ground , Where all your faith you did on fcripture found : Now ' tis tradition join'd with holy writ ; But thus your memory betrays your wit . No , faid the Panther ...
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againſt Amyntas Becauſe beft beſt bleffings blood boaſt breaſt call'd cauſe CHLORI cloſe confcience DAPHNI defire e'en eaſe Engliſh ev'ry eyes facred fafely faid fair fame fate fatire fear fecure feems fenfe fhall fhews figh fight fince firft firſt flain fleep foes fome fons fools foon foul ftand ftill fubject fuch fung fure grace heaven himſelf Hind houſe increaſe JOHN DRYDEN joys juft juſt kiffing kind king laft laſt leaſt lefs leſs Lucretius mind moft moſt mufe muſe muſt never numbers o'er pain Panther paſs peace play pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poets praiſe prince PROLOGUE raiſe reaſon reft reſt rife ſay ſcene ſee ſeen ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſky ſome ſpace ſtage ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtood ſweet thee themſelves Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou thro tranflated treaſure uſe verſe Whig Whofe Whoſe wife wiſh
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Side 272 - 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...
Side 279 - 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.
Side 255 - Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And mortal alarms. The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries Hark! the foes come; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat!
Side 283 - 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.
Side 280 - 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!
Side 138 - Near these a Nursery erects its head. Where queens are form'd, and future heroes bred ; Where unfledg'd actors learn to laugh and cry, Where infant punks their tender voices try, And little Maximins the gods defy.
Side 268 - In flower of youth and beauty's pride. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair...
Side 141 - My son, advance Still in new impudence, new ignorance. Success let others teach, learn thou from me Pangs without birth, and fruitless industry. Let...
Side 142 - Where did his wit on learning fix a brand And rail at arts he did not understand? Where made he love in Prince Nicander's vein Or swept the dust in Psyche's humble strain? Where sold he bargains, "whipstitch, kiss my arse", Promised a play and dwindled to a farce?
Side 269 - With flying fingers touched the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove, Who left his blissful seats above, (Such is the power of mighty love.) A dragon's fiery form belied the god : Sublime on radiant spires he rode, When he to fair Olympia...