The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes. Illustrated with Notes, Historical, Critical, and Explanatory, and a Life of the Author, Volume 11William Miller, 1808 - English literature |
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Page 101
... maid , In dressing only skilled , and marmalade . Let others , who such meannesses can brook , Strike countenance to every great man's look ; Let those that have a mind turn slaves to eat , And live contented by another's plate ; I rate ...
... maid , In dressing only skilled , and marmalade . Let others , who such meannesses can brook , Strike countenance to every great man's look ; Let those that have a mind turn slaves to eat , And live contented by another's plate ; I rate ...
Page 102
... maid of honour to the Duchess of York , and died of the small - pox in 1685 , the 25th year of her age . Mrs Anne Killigrew's poems were published after her death in a thin quarto , with a print of the author , from her portrait drawn ...
... maid of honour to the Duchess of York , and died of the small - pox in 1685 , the 25th year of her age . Mrs Anne Killigrew's poems were published after her death in a thin quarto , with a print of the author , from her portrait drawn ...
Page 158
... maid . Preserve , O sacred tomb , thy trust consigned ; The mold was made on purpose for the mind : And she would lose , if , at the latter day , One atom could be mixed of other clay ; Such were the features of her heavenly face , Her ...
... maid . Preserve , O sacred tomb , thy trust consigned ; The mold was made on purpose for the mind : And she would lose , if , at the latter day , One atom could be mixed of other clay ; Such were the features of her heavenly face , Her ...
Page 173
... maid , In a country of Christians , to die without aid ! Not a Whig , or a Tory , or Trimmer at least , Or a Protestant parson , or Catholic priest , To instruct a young virgin , that is at a loss , What they meant by their sighing ...
... maid , In a country of Christians , to die without aid ! Not a Whig , or a Tory , or Trimmer at least , Or a Protestant parson , or Catholic priest , To instruct a young virgin , that is at a loss , What they meant by their sighing ...
Page 262
... Maids , widows , wives , without distinction fall ; The sweeping deluge , love , comes on , and covers all . If then the laws of friendship I transgress , I keep the greater , while I break the less ; And both are mad alike , since ...
... Maids , widows , wives , without distinction fall ; The sweeping deluge , love , comes on , and covers all . If then the laws of friendship I transgress , I keep the greater , while I break the less ; And both are mad alike , since ...
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Page 188 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd 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 183 - Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son : Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
Page 99 - FAREWELL, too little, and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own: For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine.
Page 187 - Now strike the golden lyre again ; A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has raised up his head ; As awaked from the dead, And amazad, he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Page 167 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead.
Page 207 - Milton was the poetical son of Spenser, and Mr. Waller of Fairfax ; for we have our lineal descents and clans, as well as other families. Spenser more than once insinuates that the soul of Chaucer was transfused into his body, and that he was begotten by him two hundred years after his decease.
Page 185 - 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 190 - Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire: Come, and Thy sacred unction bring, To sanctify us while we sing.
Page 191 - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe : Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honour, endless fame, Attend the...
Page 186 - On the bare earth exposed he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes. With downcast looks the joyless victor sate, Revolving in his altered soul The various turns of Chance below ; And, now and then, a sigh he stole, And tears began to flow.