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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... on me , nor fo much as the subject given me by any man . It was written during the last winter , and the beginning of this fpring ; tho with long interruptions of ill health and other hindrances . About a 6 TO THE READER .
... on me , nor fo much as the subject given me by any man . It was written during the last winter , and the beginning of this fpring ; tho with long interruptions of ill health and other hindrances . About a 6 TO THE READER .
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... last chapter , which will be found in com- paring of the books , He would have infinuated to the world , that her late highnefs died not a Roman Catholick , He declares himself to be now fatisfied to the contrary , in which he has given ...
... last chapter , which will be found in com- paring of the books , He would have infinuated to the world , that her late highnefs died not a Roman Catholick , He declares himself to be now fatisfied to the contrary , in which he has given ...
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... last , So much the deathless plant the dying fruit furpass'd . Panting and penfive now the rang'd alone , And wander'd in the kingdoms , once her own . The common hunt , tho from their rage restrain'd By fovereign power her company ...
... last , So much the deathless plant the dying fruit furpass'd . Panting and penfive now the rang'd alone , And wander'd in the kingdoms , once her own . The common hunt , tho from their rage restrain'd By fovereign power her company ...
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... , yet he rul'd a - while , As captain or companion of the fpoil . Full many a year his hateful head had been For tribute paid , nor fince in Cambria seen : 6 The last of all the litter fcap'd by chance , 18 THE HIND AND THE PANTHER .
... , yet he rul'd a - while , As captain or companion of the fpoil . Full many a year his hateful head had been For tribute paid , nor fince in Cambria seen : 6 The last of all the litter fcap'd by chance , 18 THE HIND AND THE PANTHER .
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... last of all the litter fcap'd by chance , And from Geneva firft infefted France . Some authors thus his pedigree will trace , But others write him of an upftart race ; Because of Wickliff's brood no mark he brings , But his innate ...
... last of all the litter fcap'd by chance , And from Geneva firft infefted France . Some authors thus his pedigree will trace , But others write him of an upftart race ; Because of Wickliff's brood no mark he brings , But his innate ...
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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...