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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... true , They have no more religion , faith ! than you . Intereft's the god they worship in their state , And we , I take it , have not much of that . Well monarchies may own religion's name , But ftates are atheists in their very frame ...
... true , They have no more religion , faith ! than you . Intereft's the god they worship in their state , And we , I take it , have not much of that . Well monarchies may own religion's name , But ftates are atheists in their very frame ...
Page 34
... true growth but humour , And only two kings touch can cure the tumour . As Cato 2 , fruits of Afric did difplay ; Let us before our eyes their Indies lay : All loyal English will like him conclude ; Let Cæfar live , and Carthage be ...
... true growth but humour , And only two kings touch can cure the tumour . As Cato 2 , fruits of Afric did difplay ; Let us before our eyes their Indies lay : All loyal English will like him conclude ; Let Cæfar live , and Carthage be ...
Page 39
... true loyalty , invincible courage , and unfhaken conftancy . Other cities have been praised for the fame virtues , but I am much deceived if any have fo dearly purchased their reputation ; their fame has been won them by cheaper trials ...
... true loyalty , invincible courage , and unfhaken conftancy . Other cities have been praised for the fame virtues , but I am much deceived if any have fo dearly purchased their reputation ; their fame has been won them by cheaper trials ...
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... is the wifh of all true Englifhmen , fo is it by none more paffionately desired , than by , The greateft of your admirers , and most humble of your fervants , JOHN DRYDEN , An An ACCOUNT of the enfuing PO E M , In 40 DEDICATION .
... is the wifh of all true Englifhmen , fo is it by none more paffionately desired , than by , The greateft of your admirers , and most humble of your fervants , JOHN DRYDEN , An An ACCOUNT of the enfuing PO E M , In 40 DEDICATION .
Page 113
... true ; it is as much as I defigned . Were I the inventor , who am only the hiftorian , I fhould certainly conclude the piece , with the re- concilement of Abfalom to David . And who knows but this may come to pafs ? Things were not ...
... true ; it is as much as I defigned . Were I the inventor , who am only the hiftorian , I fhould certainly conclude the piece , with the re- concilement of Abfalom to David . And who knows but this may come to pafs ? Things were not ...
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Abfalom Achitophel againſt becauſe beft Belgian beſt bleffing bleft breaft caft Carthage caufe cauſe crimes croud David's defign defign'd defire Dryden earl eaſe Elkanah Settle Engliſh eyes facred faction fafe faid falfe fame fate fatire fear fecure feem feem'd feen fenfe fent feveral fhall fhew fhips fhore fhould fide fight fince fire firft firſt flain foes fome foon forc'd foul ftand ftate ftill fubjects fuch fufferings fure fway heaven himſelf Ifrael intereft itſelf JOHN DRYDEN juft juftice King laft laſt laws lefs loft lord moft monarch moſt mufe muft muſt never numbers o'er Ovid peace pleaſe pleaſure poem poet pow'r praife praiſe prince rage raiſe reafon reft reign rife royal ſenſe ſhall ſhow ſkill ſpread ſtage ſtate thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thought tranflated truft twas uſe Uzza verfe verſe virtue whofe Whoſe
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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...