The Dryden Anthology: 1675-1700 A. D.Edward Arber H. Frowde, 1899 - 312 Seiten |
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adore ALEXIS AMYNTAS ANON ANTH ANTHOLOGY arms Bart Beauty blest bliss breast bright BRIT bullen a la CELIA charms CLORIS Collection of Poems CORINNA Countess of WINCHILSEA Crown 8vo cruel D'URFEY despair disdain Don Quixote doth DRYDEN DRYDEN'S Miscellany Poems dull Earl of ROCHESTER Edited ETHEREGE ev'ry Extra fcap eyes fair fate fear fire flame gentle Gentleman's Journal happy heart Heaven Honour India Paper kind King Arthur lero Lilli burlero bullen Lord CUTTS Lord LANSDOWNE Love's Lover M.P. Miscellaneous Poems Maid mind Muse ne'er never Numbers Nymph o'er P.L. Miscellany Poems pain Passion PHILLIS pleasure Poetical pride Prince of Russia prithee scorn SEDLEY sighs Sir G smile soft SONG soul stormy winds STREPHON Swain sweet SYLVIA tears tell thee thine thou thought THYRSIS Twas tyrant vows W. W. SKEAT Whilst WILMOT winds do blow wouldst wound Youth
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Seite 85 - Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside...
Seite 84 - What wond'rous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Seite 18 - And glittering temples of their hostile gods. — The princes applaud with a furious joy : And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy ; Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy...
Seite 92 - My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, Lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate.
Seite 93 - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near: And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song: then worms shall try That long preserved virginity: And your quaint honour turn to dust; And into ashes all my lust.
Seite 15 - Changed his hand and checked his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse ; He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate. And weltering in his blood; Deserted at his utmost need By those his former bounty fed; On the bare earth exposed he lies With not a friend to close his eyes.
Seite 92 - TO HIS COY MISTRESS Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side 5 Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain.
Seite 15 - 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! The master saw the madness rise, His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he heaven and earth defied Changed his hand, and checked his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius...
Seite 17 - 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 amaz'd he stares around. Revenge ! revenge...
Seite 7 - 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 farther go ; To make a third she joined the former two.