The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes, Volume 5A. Constable & Company, 1821 |
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Page 87
... Cæsar live , and Carthage be subdued ! ‡ The situation of Venice renders it impossible to bring horses into the town ; accordingly , the Venetians are proverbially bad riders . + The poet alludes to the king's evil , and to the joint ...
... Cæsar live , and Carthage be subdued ! ‡ The situation of Venice renders it impossible to bring horses into the town ; accordingly , the Venetians are proverbially bad riders . + The poet alludes to the king's evil , and to the joint ...
Page 289
... Cæsar ; Cæsar will weep , the crocodile will weep , To see his rival of the universe Lie still and peaceful there . I'll think no more on't . Give me some music ; look that it be sad : I'll sooth my melancholy , till I swell , And burst ...
... Cæsar ; Cæsar will weep , the crocodile will weep , To see his rival of the universe Lie still and peaceful there . I'll think no more on't . Give me some music ; look that it be sad : I'll sooth my melancholy , till I swell , And burst ...
Page 294
... Cæsar , like a headlong tide , The rest their fear made useless on our side . " This passion , with the death of a dear friend , would go nigh to make one sad ; " yet some of the authors of the day held a very different doctrine . Shad ...
... Cæsar , like a headlong tide , The rest their fear made useless on our side . " This passion , with the death of a dear friend , would go nigh to make one sad ; " yet some of the authors of the day held a very different doctrine . Shad ...
Page 325
... Cæsar , are his foes . His wife Octavia , Driven from his house , solicits her revenge ; And Dolabella , who was once his friend , Upon some private grudge , now seeks his ruin : Yet still war seems on either side to sleep . Serap ...
... Cæsar , are his foes . His wife Octavia , Driven from his house , solicits her revenge ; And Dolabella , who was once his friend , Upon some private grudge , now seeks his ruin : Yet still war seems on either side to sleep . Serap ...
Page 330
... Cæsar ? Vent . [ Aside . ] On my soul , " Tis mournful , wondrous mournful ! Ant . Count thy gains . Now , Antony , wouldst thou be born for this ! Glutton of fortune , thy devouring youth Has starved thy wanting age . Vent . How sorrow ...
... Cæsar ? Vent . [ Aside . ] On my soul , " Tis mournful , wondrous mournful ! Ant . Count thy gains . Now , Antony , wouldst thou be born for this ! Glutton of fortune , thy devouring youth Has starved thy wanting age . Vent . How sorrow ...
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Page 173 - tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay: To-morrow's falser than the former day; Lies worse, and, while it says, we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
Page 323 - Errors like Straws upon the surface flow; He who would search for Pearls must dive below.
Page 356 - I'm eager to return before I go; For, all the pleasures I have known beat thick On my remembrance. — How I long for night! That both the sweets of mutual love may try, And triumph once o'er Caesar ere we die.
Page 172 - Tis much more hard to please himself than you ; And, out of no feigned modesty, this day Damns his laborious trifle of a play ; Not that it's worse than what before he writ, But he has now another taste of wit ; And, to confess a truth, though out of time, Grows weary of his long-loved mistress, Rhyme. Passion's too fierce to be in fetters bound, And Nature flies him like enchanted ground...
Page 356 - I'll rather die, than take it. Will you go? Ant. Go ! Whither ? Go from all that's excellent ! Faith, honour, virtue, all good things forbid, That I should go from her, who sets my love Above the price of kingdoms.
Page 382 - Unmark'd of those that hear. Then she's so charming, Age buds at sight of her, and swells to youth: The holy priests gaze on her when she smiles, And with heav'd hands, forgetting gravity, They bless her wanton eyes: even I, who hate her, With a malignant joy behold such beauty, And, while I curse, desire it.
Page 363 - That men's desiring eyes were never wearied, But hung upon the object : To soft flutes The silver oars kept time ; and while they played, The hearing gave new pleasure to the sight ; And both to thought.
Page 409 - With them, the wreath of victory I made (Vain augury!) for him who now lies dead. You, Iras, bring the cure of all our ills.
Page 325 - On the utmost margin of the water-mark. Then, with so swift an ebb the flood drove backward, It slipt from underneath the scaly herd : Here monstrous phocaa panted on the shore ; Forsaken dolphins there, with their broad tails Lay lashing the departing waves : hard by them, Sea-horses' flound'ring in the slimy mud, Toss'd up their heads, and dash'd the ooze about them.