The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes. Illustrated with Notes, Historical, Critical, and Explanatory, and a Life of the Author, Volum 5William Miller, 1808 |
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Pàgina 171
... Nour . ' Tis not for nothing that we life pursue ; It pays our hopes with something still that's new : Each day's a mistress , unenjoyed before ; Like travellers , we're pleased with seeing more . Did you but know what joys your way ...
... Nour . ' Tis not for nothing that we life pursue ; It pays our hopes with something still that's new : Each day's a mistress , unenjoyed before ; Like travellers , we're pleased with seeing more . Did you but know what joys your way ...
Pàgina 172
... Nour . " Twill not be safe to let him live an hour . Mor . I'll do it to shew my arbitrary power . ' Sir , ' said Booth , it was not through negligence , but by design , that I gave no spirit to that ludicrous bounce of Morat . I know ...
... Nour . " Twill not be safe to let him live an hour . Mor . I'll do it to shew my arbitrary power . ' Sir , ' said Booth , it was not through negligence , but by design , that I gave no spirit to that ludicrous bounce of Morat . I know ...
Pàgina 183
... nour by it to my king , my country , and my friends ; most of our ancient nobility being concerned in the action * . And your lordship has one particular rea- The subject of this intended poem , was probably the exploits of the Black ...
... nour by it to my king , my country , and my friends ; most of our ancient nobility being concerned in the action * . And your lordship has one particular rea- The subject of this intended poem , was probably the exploits of the Black ...
Pàgina 212
... Nour . What have I done , that Nourmahal must prove The scorn and triumph of a rival's love ? My eyes are still the same ; each glance , each grace , Keep their first lustre , and maintain their place ; Not second yet to any other face ...
... Nour . What have I done , that Nourmahal must prove The scorn and triumph of a rival's love ? My eyes are still the same ; each glance , each grace , Keep their first lustre , and maintain their place ; Not second yet to any other face ...
Pàgina 213
... Nour . Me , would you have me your faint kisses prove , The dregs and droppings of enervate love ? Must I your cold long - labouring age sustain , And be to empty joys provoked in vain ? Receive you , sighing after other charms , And ...
... Nour . Me , would you have me your faint kisses prove , The dregs and droppings of enervate love ? Must I your cold long - labouring age sustain , And be to empty joys provoked in vain ? Receive you , sighing after other charms , And ...
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Adam Aler Alex ALEXAS Amboyna Antony Antony and Cleopatra Arim arms art thou ASMODAY Aureng-Zebe Beam BEAMONT bear beauty behold betray betwixt brave Cæsar CHARMION chuse Cleo Cleopatra command confess crime dare death DIANET Dola Dolabella Dryden Dutch Egypt emperor English Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fame farewell fate father favour fear fight Fisc foes forgive fortune give hand happy HARMAN haste hear heart heaven honour hope INDAMORA Iras Isab Isabinda JOHN DRYDEN kind king leave live look lord lost Lucif madam Melesinda Methinks mind mistress Morat nature ne'er never Nour o'er Octav Octavia pain passion pity pleased poet poetry praise queen Roman ruin scene scorn Serap shew sight slave soul speak stay sure tell thee thou thought Towerson twas twill Vent Ventidius virtue wish
Passatges populars
Pàgina 291 - Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them...
Pàgina 171 - tis all a cheat, Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit ; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay ; To-morrow's falser than the former day ; Lies worse ; and, while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
Pàgina 408 - Thou best of thieves ; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves ; discharging so Death's dreadful office, better than himself; Touching our limbs so gently into slumber, That death stands by, deceived by his own image, And thinks himself but sleep.
Pàgina 360 - With sceptred slaves, who waited to salute me? With eastern monarchs, who forgot the sun, To worship my uprising? Menial kings Ran coursing up and down my palace-yard...
Pàgina 403 - I will not make a business of a trifle; And yet I cannot look on you, and kill you; Pray turn your face.
Pàgina 337 - I've been too passionate. Vent. You thought me false; Thought my old age betrayed you. Kill me, sir; Pray, kill me; yet you need not, your unkindness Has left your sword no work. Ant. I did not think so; I said it in my rage: pr'ythee, forgive me. Why didst thou tempt my anger, by discovery Of what I would not hear?
Pàgina 354 - My queen's not only innocent, but loves me. This, this is she, who drags me down to ruin! " But, could she scape without me, with what haste Would she let slip her hold, and make to shore, And never look behind ! " Down on thy knees, blasphemer as thou art, And ask forgiveness of wronged innocence.
Pàgina 406 - Caesar's pride ? What! to be led in triumph through the streets, A spectacle to base plebeian eyes; While some dejected friend of Antony's, Close in a corner, shakes his head, and mutters A secret curse on her who ruined him?
Pàgina 331 - Lie there, thou shadow of an emperor; The place thou pressest on thy mother earth Is all thy empire now: now it contains thee; Some few days hence, and then 'twill be too large, When thou'rt contracted in thy narrow urn, Shrunk to a few cold ashes; then Octavia (For Cleopatra will not live to see it), Octavia then will have thee all her own, And bear thee in her...