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第15页
... thou rebel , never more to rise , And what thou didst , and dost so nearly prize , That fame , that darling fame , make that thy sa- ( crifice . 290 ' Tis nothing thou has giv'n ; then add thy tears For a long race of unrepenting years ...
... thou rebel , never more to rise , And what thou didst , and dost so nearly prize , That fame , that darling fame , make that thy sa- ( crifice . 290 ' Tis nothing thou has giv'n ; then add thy tears For a long race of unrepenting years ...
第52页
... Thou last great prophet of Tautology ! 30 Even I , a dunce of more renown than they , Was sent before but to prepare thy way ; And , coarsely clad in Norwich drugget , came To teach the nations in thy greater name . My warbling lute ...
... Thou last great prophet of Tautology ! 30 Even I , a dunce of more renown than they , Was sent before but to prepare thy way ; And , coarsely clad in Norwich drugget , came To teach the nations in thy greater name . My warbling lute ...
第56页
... thou from me Pangs without birth , and fruitless industry . Let virtuosos in five years be writ ; — Yet not one thought accuse thy toil - of wit . 150 Let gentle George in triumph tread the stage , Make Dorimant betray , and Loveit rage ...
... thou from me Pangs without birth , and fruitless industry . Let virtuosos in five years be writ ; — Yet not one thought accuse thy toil - of wit . 150 Let gentle George in triumph tread the stage , Make Dorimant betray , and Loveit rage ...
第57页
... Thou art my blood , where Jonson has no part : What share have we - in nature or in art ? Where did his wit on learning fix a brand , And rail at arts he did not understand ? Where made he love in Prince Nicander's vein , Or swept the ...
... Thou art my blood , where Jonson has no part : What share have we - in nature or in art ? Where did his wit on learning fix a brand , And rail at arts he did not understand ? Where made he love in Prince Nicander's vein , Or swept the ...
第58页
... thou may'st wings display , and altars raise , And torture one poor word ten thousand ways : Or if thou would'st thy diff'rent talents suit , Set thy own songs , and sing them to thy lute . 210 He said ; but his last words were scarcely ...
... thou may'st wings display , and altars raise , And torture one poor word ten thousand ways : Or if thou would'st thy diff'rent talents suit , Set thy own songs , and sing them to thy lute . 210 He said ; but his last words were scarcely ...
常见术语和短语
Amyntas Arcite arms beauty began behold betwixt blood breast call'd Canterbury tales charms Chaucer court crime crowd damn'd dare death design'd DRYDEN DUCHESS of YORK Duke of Guise e'en Emily EPILOGUE ev'ry eyes face fair fame fate fear fight foes fools forc'd give grace happy hast heart Heav'n heav'nly honor JOHN DRYDEN kind king knight ladies laws learn'd liv'd live look'd lord lov'd mighty mind mortal Muse ne'er never noble numbers o'er once Ovid pain Palamon peace Pirithous plac'd play pleas'd pleasure poets pow'r praise prince PROLOGUE queen race rais'd reign rest rhyme sacred satire scarce sigh sight Silent Woman soul sov'reign stage sure sweet Thebes thee Theseus thine thou thought thro true turn'd Twas UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD verse Virgil virtue whate'er Whigs wise write young youth
热门引用章节
第70页 - The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes; Sound the trumpets, beat the drums...
第6页 - Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What' passion cannot Music raise and quell ? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger, And mortal alarms.
第51页 - 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.
第72页 - He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen...
第78页 - He is a perpetual fountain of good sense ; learned in all sciences ; and, therefore, speaks properly on all subjects. As he knew what to say, so he knows also when to leave off ; a continence which is practised by few writers, and scarcely by any of the ancients, excepting Virgil and Horace.
第38页 - She gave but glimpses of her glorious mind : And multitudes of virtues pass'd along ; Each pressing foremost in the mighty throng, Ambitious to be seen, and then make room For greater multitudes that were to come.
第96页 - I shall say the less of Mr. Collier, because in many things he has taxed me justly ; and I have pleaded guilty to all thoughts and expressions of mine, which can be truly argued of obscenity, profaneness, or immorality; and retract them. If he be my enemy, let him triumph; if he be my friend, as I have given him no personal occasion to be otherwise, he will be glad of my repentance. It becomes me not to draw my pen in the defence of a bad cause, when I have so often drawn it for a good one.
第69页 - TWAS at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
第134页 - Better to hunt in fields for health unbought Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend ; God never made his work for man to mend.
第75页 - Tale, The Cock and the Fox, which I have translated, and some others, I may justly give our countryman the precedence in that part, since I can remember nothing of Ovid which was wholly his. Both of them understood the manners; under which name I comprehend the passions and, in a larger sense, the descriptions of persons and their very habits.