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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... pow'r to juftice doth fubmit your caufe , Your goodness only is above the laws ; Whofe rigid letter , while pronounc'd by you , Is fofter made . So winds that tempefts brew , When through Arabian groves they take their flight , Made ...
... pow'r to juftice doth fubmit your caufe , Your goodness only is above the laws ; Whofe rigid letter , while pronounc'd by you , Is fofter made . So winds that tempefts brew , When through Arabian groves they take their flight , Made ...
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... pow'r was join'd ) His fatal goodness left to fitter times , Not to increase , but to abfolve , our crimes : But when the heir of this vaft treasure knew How large a legacy was left to you , ( Too great for any fubject to retain ) He ...
... pow'r was join'd ) His fatal goodness left to fitter times , Not to increase , but to abfolve , our crimes : But when the heir of this vaft treasure knew How large a legacy was left to you , ( Too great for any fubject to retain ) He ...
Page 31
... pow'r unfeen , and man , to his defigns By his bright minifters the ftars , inclines . Our fetting fun , from his declining feat , Shot beams of kindness on you , not of heat : And , when his love was bounded in a few , That were ...
... pow'r unfeen , and man , to his defigns By his bright minifters the ftars , inclines . Our fetting fun , from his declining feat , Shot beams of kindness on you , not of heat : And , when his love was bounded in a few , That were ...
Page 58
... pow'r is too remote to make him good . 39 . Till now , alone the mighty nations ftrove ; The reft , at gaze , without the lifts did stand : And threatning France , plac'd like a painted Jove , Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand . 40 ...
... pow'r is too remote to make him good . 39 . Till now , alone the mighty nations ftrove ; The reft , at gaze , without the lifts did stand : And threatning France , plac'd like a painted Jove , Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand . 40 ...
Page 59
... pow'r he does two 5 chiefs create , Two fuch as each feem'd worthieft when alone ; Each able to fuftain a nation's fate , Since both had found a greater in their own . 48 . Both great in courage , conduct , and in fame , Yet neither ...
... pow'r he does two 5 chiefs create , Two fuch as each feem'd worthieft when alone ; Each able to fuftain a nation's fate , Since both had found a greater in their own . 48 . Both great in courage , conduct , and in fame , Yet neither ...
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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...