 Like mine, thy gentle numbers feebly creep ; Thy Tragic Muse gives smiles ; thy Comic, sleep. With whate'er gall thou sett'st thyself to write, Thy inoffensive satires never bite. In thy felonious heart though venom lies, It does but touch thy Irish pen,...  The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected ... - Page 440by John Dryden, Walter Scott - 1808Full view - About this book
 | David Hopkins - 1994 - 275 pages
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 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 pages
...tympany of sense. A tun of man in thy large bulk is writ, But sure thou'rt but a kilderkin of wit. Like mine, thy gentle numbers feebly creep; Thy Tragic...thyself to write. Thy inoffensive satires never bite. 200 In thy felonious heart though venom lies. It does but touch thy Irish pen, and dies. Thy genius... | |
 | John Dryden - 1995 - 618 pages
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 | Robert Cummings - 2000 - 586 pages
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 | John Dryden - 2002 - 114 pages
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 | Paul Hammond - 2002 - 484 pages
...tympany of sense: A tun of man in thy large bulk is writ, But sure thou'rt but a kilderkin of wit. Like mine thy gentle numbers feebly creep, Thy tragic...thyself to write, Thy inoffensive satires never bite: 200 In thy felonious heart though venom lies It does but touch thy Irish pen, and dies.* Thy genius... | |
 | Edward Tomarken - 2002 - 292 pages
...course the art of this false art is to present the facade of wit and inspiration but not the real thing: Like mine thy gentle numbers feebly creep; Thy tragic...With whate'er gall thou sett'st thyself to write, Thy innoffensive satires never bite (197-200) The sponsors of any soap opera could hardly articulate a... | |
 | John Dryden - 2003 - 1024 pages
...tympany of sense.0 A tun of man in thy large bulk is writ,0 But sure thou'rt but a kilderkin of wit.0 Like mine, thy gentle numbers feebly creep; Thy tragic...thyself to write, Thy inoffensive satires never bite. wo In thy felonious heart though venom lies, It does but touch thy Irish pen, and dies. Thy genius... | |
 | Edward Leeson - 2004 - 728 pages
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