Què opinen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Absalom and Achitophel ancient appear arms bear bear-baiting beauty blest blood bold brave breast Charles Dryden charms church death delight design'd divine Dryden etermal Ev’n eyes fair false fame fate fear fight flame foes fools Fºr give glory grace hand happy haste heart Heaven honour hope Hudibras Jebusites John DRYDEN kind king labour lady laws light live lord mighty mind mortal Muse Nature ne'er never night Nihil noble numbers nymph o'er once Ovid pains passion peace play poem poet poetry poison'd praise pride prince Quoth rage reign rest rhyme Rome sacred saints satire scorm scorn sense song soul tempest terrour thee things thou thought Tibullus true truth turn'd twas twill verse vex'd Virgil virtue Waller wind wise words wretched write youth
Pàgina 470 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
Pàgina 523 - 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.
Pàgina 480 - I am as free as Nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran...
Pàgina 587 - Tis resolv'd; for nature pleads, that he Should only rule who most resembles me. Shadwell alone my perfect image bears, Mature in dulness from his tender years; Shadwell alone, of all my sons, is he Who stands confirm'd in full stupidity. ,The rest to some faint meaning make pretence, But Shadwell never deviates into sense. Some beams of wit on other souls may fall, Strike through, and make a lucid interval; But Shadwell's genuine night admits no ray, His rising fogs prevail upon the day.
Pàgina 53 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read...
Pàgina 587 - Through all the realms of nonsense absolute. This aged prince, now flourishing in peace. And blest with issue of a large increase...
Pàgina 523 - With public zeal to cancel private crimes. How safe is treason, and how sacred ill, Where none can sin against the people's will, Where crowds can wink, and no offence be known, Since in another's guilt they find their own?
Pàgina 564 - Chase from our minds the 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. Immortal honour, endless fame, Attend the...