The Works of John Dryden,: Amboyna, or The cruelties of the Dutch to the English merchants, a tragedy. The state of innocence, and fall of a man, an opera. Aureng-Zebe, a tragedy. All for love, or The world well lost, a tragedyWilliam Miller, Albemarle Street, 1808 |
Términos y frases comunes
Adam Aler Alex ALEXAS Amboyna Antony Antony and Cleopatra Arim arms art thou ASMODAY Aureng-Zebe Beam BEAMONT bear beauty 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 true twas twill Vent Ventidius virtue wish
Pasajes populares
Página 291 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 241 - 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.
Página 292 - O'er-picturing that Venus where we see The fancy outwork nature: on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, And what they undid did . . . Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i...
Página 405 - We live both. Sit thee down, my Cleopatra. I'll make the most I can of life, to stay A moment more with thee.
Página 328 - ... tis too narrow For his vast soul; and then he starts out wide, And bounds into a vice, that bears him far From his first course, and plunges him in ills: But, when his danger makes him find his fault, Quick to observe, and full of sharp remorse, He censures eagerly his own misdeeds, Judging himself with malice to himself, And not forgiving what as man he did, Because his other parts are more than man.
Página 188 - Passion's too fierce to be in fetters bound, And nature flies him like enchanted ground: What verse can do he has perform'd in this, Which he presumes the most correct of his...
Página 364 - Tis true, I have a heart disdains your coldness, And prompts me not to seek what you should offer; But a wife's virtue still surmounts that pride. I come to claim you as my own ; to show My duty first; to ask, nay beg, your kindness: Your hand, my lord ; 'tis mine, and I will have it.
Página 188 - He shou'd not raise his Fortunes by his Wit. The Clergy thrive, and the litigious Bar; Dull Heroes fatten with the Spoils of War: All Southern Vices, Heav'n be prais'd, are here; But Wit's a Luxury you think too dear.
Página 321 - A brave man scorns to quarrel once a day; Like Hectors in at every petty fray. Let those find fault whose wit's so very small They've need to show that...
Página 373 - Men are but Children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain ; And yet the Soul, shut up in her dark room, Viewing so clear abroad, at home sees nothing ; But, like a Mole in Earth...