The Miscellaneous Works of John Dryden, Esq: Containing All His Original Poems, Tales, and Translations ...J. and R. Tonson, 1767 - English poetry |
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... head , But fear'd the fate of Simois would return : Deep in his ooze he fought his fedgy bed , And fhrunk his waters back into his urn . 233 . The fire , mean - time , walks in a broader grofs ; To either hand his wings he opens wide ...
... head , But fear'd the fate of Simois would return : Deep in his ooze he fought his fedgy bed , And fhrunk his waters back into his urn . 233 . The fire , mean - time , walks in a broader grofs ; To either hand his wings he opens wide ...
Page 89
... heads to aim his And scarce the wealthy can one half retire , Before he rushes in to fhare the prey . 250 . The rich grow fuppliant , and the poor grow proud : Thofe offer mighty gain , and these ask more : So void of pity is th ...
... heads to aim his And scarce the wealthy can one half retire , Before he rushes in to fhare the prey . 250 . The rich grow fuppliant , and the poor grow proud : Thofe offer mighty gain , and these ask more : So void of pity is th ...
Page 91
... head . 255 . Or if my heedlefs youth has ftep'd aftray , Too foon forgetful of thy gracious hand ; On me alone thy juft difpleasure lay , But take thy judgments from this mourning land . 266 . We all have finn'd , and thou haft laid us ...
... head . 255 . Or if my heedlefs youth has ftep'd aftray , Too foon forgetful of thy gracious hand ; On me alone thy juft difpleasure lay , But take thy judgments from this mourning land . 266 . We all have finn'd , and thou haft laid us ...
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... head - aches , claps are feen , We scarce perceive the little time between : Well - meaning men who make this grofs mistake , And pleasure lofe only for pleasure's fake ; Each pleasure has its price , and when we pay Too much of pain ...
... head - aches , claps are feen , We scarce perceive the little time between : Well - meaning men who make this grofs mistake , And pleasure lofe only for pleasure's fake ; Each pleasure has its price , and when we pay Too much of pain ...
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... head he breaks : Mean in each action , lewd in every limb , Manners themselves are mischievous in him : A proof that chance alone makes every creature , A very 3 Killigrew without good nature . For Sir George 2 Till be takes Hervet and ...
... head he breaks : Mean in each action , lewd in every limb , Manners themselves are mischievous in him : A proof that chance alone makes every creature , A very 3 Killigrew without good nature . For Sir George 2 Till be takes Hervet and ...
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Page 129 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 45 - The composition of all poems is, or ought to be, of wit; and wit in the poet, or Wit writing (if you will give me leave to use a school-distinction), is no other than the faculty of imagination in the writer, which, like a nimble spaniel, beats over and ranges through the field of memory, till it springs the quarry it hunted after; or, without metaphor, which searches over all the memory for the species or ideas of those things which it designs to represent.
Page 119 - Oh ! had he been content to serve the crown With virtues only proper to the gown, Or had the rankness of the soil been freed From cockle that oppressed the noble seed, David for him his tuneful harp had strung And Heaven had wanted one immortal song.
Page 117 - And rak'd for converts even the court and stews: Which Hebrew priests the more unkindly took, Because the fleece accompanies the flock. Some thought they God's anointed meant to...
Page 283 - Refine and purge our earthly parts ; But, oh, inflame and fire our hearts ! Our frailties help, our vice control, Submit the senses to the soul ; And when rebellious they are grown, Then lay thy hand, and hold them down.
Page 229 - Which each presum'd he best could understand, The common rule was made the common prey ; And at the mercy of the rabble lay. The tender page with horny...
Page 230 - Tis some relief, that points not clearly known, Without much hazard, may be let alone...
Page 129 - He laughed himself from court; then sought relief By forming parties, but could ne'er be chief; For, spite of him, the weight of business fell On Absalom, and wise Achitophel ; Thus, wicked but in will, of means bereft, He left not faction, but of that was left.
Page xvi - Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms, as glitter in the Muse's ray With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun : Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate ; Beneath the good how far — but far above the great ! ODE VI.
Page 133 - And all his pow'r against himself employs. He gives, and let him give my right away: But why should he his own, and yours betray? He, only he can make the nation bleed, And he alone from my revenge is freed. Take then my tears...