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againſt appear bear beauty becauſe began beſt better blood born Church common death DERRICK Dryden edition eyes face fair faith fall fame fate fear fight fire firſt foes fome foul gave give given grace ground hand happy head heart heaven himſelf honour hope Italy judge juſt kind king lady laſt laws learned leaſt leave leſs light live look mean mind moſt muſe muſt nature never once original pains peace piece plain play pleaſe poem poets praiſe prince race reign reſt riſe ſaid ſay ſee ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſoul ſtand ſtate ſtill ſubject ſuch thee theſe things thoſe thou thought TODD tranſlation true turn uſe verſe virtue WARTON whoſe write young
Página 342 - Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Página 322 - Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well.
Página 336 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first ordain : Bacchus...
Página 335 - With flying fingers touched the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove, Who left his blissful seats above, (Such is the power of mighty love.) A dragon's fiery form belied the god : Sublime on radiant spires he rode, When he to fair Olympia...
Página 342 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Página 337 - 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.
Página 569 - As for the Dog, the Furies, and their snakes, The gloomy caverns, and the burning lakes, And all the vain infernal trumpery, They neither are, nor were, nor e'er can be.
Página 179 - In thy felonious heart though venom lies, It does but touch thy Irish pen and dies. Thy genius calls thee not to purchase fame...