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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... muse describe A flimy - born and fun - begotten tribe ; Who , far from steeples and their facred found , In fields their fullen conventicles found . Thefe grofs , half - animated , lumps I leave ; Nor can I think what thoughts they can ...
... muse describe A flimy - born and fun - begotten tribe ; Who , far from steeples and their facred found , In fields their fullen conventicles found . Thefe grofs , half - animated , lumps I leave ; Nor can I think what thoughts they can ...
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... muse has peopled Caledon With Panthers , Bears , and Wolves , and beasts unknown , As if we were not ftock'd with monfters of our own . Let Æfop answer , who has fet to view Such kinds as Greece and Phrygia never knew And mother Hubbard ...
... muse has peopled Caledon With Panthers , Bears , and Wolves , and beasts unknown , As if we were not ftock'd with monfters of our own . Let Æfop answer , who has fet to view Such kinds as Greece and Phrygia never knew And mother Hubbard ...
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... muse ; Madness ungovernable , uninspir'd , Swift to foretel whatever the defir'd . Was it for me the dark abyfs to tread , And read the book which angels cannot read ? How was I punish'd when the fudden blast , The face of heaven , and ...
... muse ; Madness ungovernable , uninspir'd , Swift to foretel whatever the defir'd . Was it for me the dark abyfs to tread , And read the book which angels cannot read ? How was I punish'd when the fudden blast , The face of heaven , and ...
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... muse gives fmiles , thy comic fleep . With whate'er gall thou fett'ft thyself to write , Thy inoffenfive fafires never bite . In thy felonious heart tho venom lies , It does but touch thy Irish pen , and dies . Thy genius calls thee not ...
... muse gives fmiles , thy comic fleep . With whate'er gall thou fett'ft thyself to write , Thy inoffenfive fafires never bite . In thy felonious heart tho venom lies , It does but touch thy Irish pen , and dies . Thy genius calls thee not ...
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... muse so justly has difcharged those , Elifa's fhade may now its wandring cease , And claim a title to the fields of peace . But if Æneas be oblig'd , no less Your kindness great Achilles doth confefs ; Who , drefs'd by Statius in too ...
... muse so justly has difcharged those , Elifa's fhade may now its wandring cease , And claim a title to the fields of peace . But if Æneas be oblig'd , no less Your kindness great Achilles doth confefs ; Who , drefs'd by Statius in too ...
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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...