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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Page 273
... Whig , or a Tory , or Trimmer at least , Or a Proteftant parfon , or Catholic prieft , To inftruct a young virgin , that is at a lofs , What they meant by their fighing , and kiffing fo clofe ! VOL . II . T By their praying and whining ...
... Whig , or a Tory , or Trimmer at least , Or a Proteftant parfon , or Catholic prieft , To inftruct a young virgin , that is at a lofs , What they meant by their fighing , and kiffing fo clofe ! VOL . II . T By their praying and whining ...
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... Whig no grace can mend ; But most are babes , that know not they offend . The croud , to restless motion still inclin'd , Are clouds , that tack according to the wind . Driven by their chiefs they ftorms of hailstones pour ; Then mourn ...
... Whig no grace can mend ; But most are babes , that know not they offend . The croud , to restless motion still inclin'd , Are clouds , that tack according to the wind . Driven by their chiefs they ftorms of hailstones pour ; Then mourn ...
Page 331
... Whigs , debauch'd our age . Mark how they jump : critics would regulate Our theatres , and Whigs reform our state : Both pretend love , and both ( plague rot them ! ) hate . The critic humbly feems advice to bring ; The fawning Whig ...
... Whigs , debauch'd our age . Mark how they jump : critics would regulate Our theatres , and Whigs reform our state : Both pretend love , and both ( plague rot them ! ) hate . The critic humbly feems advice to bring ; The fawning Whig ...
Page 333
... Whig nor Tory - boy ; But , like a girl , whom several would enjoy , 7 Begs leave to make the best of his own natʼral toy . Were I to play my callow author's game , The king's house would instruct me by the name . There's loyalty to one ...
... Whig nor Tory - boy ; But , like a girl , whom several would enjoy , 7 Begs leave to make the best of his own natʼral toy . Were I to play my callow author's game , The king's house would instruct me by the name . There's loyalty to one ...
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... Whigs at their poets never take offence ; They fave dull culprits , who have murder'd sense . Tho nonsense is a naufeous heavy mass , The vehicle call'd Faction makes it pass ... Whig complains ; They grunt 34 PROLOGUES AND EPILOGUES .
... Whigs at their poets never take offence ; They fave dull culprits , who have murder'd sense . Tho nonsense is a naufeous heavy mass , The vehicle call'd Faction makes it pass ... Whig complains ; They grunt 34 PROLOGUES AND EPILOGUES .
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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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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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?
Page 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...