The Poetical Works of John DrydenHoughton Mifflin, 1909 - 1056 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 253 - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
الصفحة 111 - Pleased with the danger when the waves went high, He sought the storms; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands, to boast his wit.
الصفحة 111 - Refuse his age the needful hours of rest? Punish a body which he could not please; Bankrupt of life, yet prodigal of ease? And all to leave what with his toil he won, To that unfeather'd two-legg'd thing, a son; Got while his soul did huddled notions try; And born a shapeless lump, like anarchy. In friendship false, implacable in hate; Resolv'd to ruin or to rule the state. To compass this the triple bond he broke; The pillars of the public safety shook; And fitted Israel for a foreign yoke: Then...
الصفحة 214 - The judging God shall close the book of Fate, And there the last assizes keep For those who wake and those who sleep; When rattling bones together fly From the four corners of the sky; When sinews o'er the skeletons are spread. Those clothed with flesh, and life inspires the dead...
الصفحة 407 - Chase from our minds th' 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.
الصفحة 116 - 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.
الصفحة 90 - The third way is that of imitation, where the translator (if now he has not lost that name) assumes the liberty not only to vary from the words and sense, but to forsake them both, as he sees occasion : and taking only some general hints from the original, to run division on the ground-work, as he pleases.
الصفحة 112 - Weak arguments ! which yet he knew full well, Were strong with people easy to rebel. For, govern'd by the moon, the giddy Jews Tread the same track when she the prime renews ; And once in twenty years, their scribes record, By natural instinct they change their lord.
الصفحة 116 - Some of their chiefs were princes of the land : In the first rank of these did Zimri stand ; A man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome ; Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong ; Was every thing by starts, and nothing long...
الصفحة 174 - O early ripe! to thy abundant store What could advancing age have added more? It might (what nature never gives the young) Have taught the numbers of thy native tongue. But satire needs not those, and wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.