The Poetical Works of John Dryden, 第 3 卷Little, Brown,, 1854 - 324页 |
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... dream does delude my sad mind ; But , alas ! when I wake , and no Phyllis I find , How I sigh to myself all alone ! Should a king be my rival in her I adore , He should offer his treasure in vain : O , let me alone to be happy and poor ...
... dream does delude my sad mind ; But , alas ! when I wake , and no Phyllis I find , How I sigh to myself all alone ! Should a king be my rival in her I adore , He should offer his treasure in vain : O , let me alone to be happy and poor ...
第85页
... dream of seven lean kine , And chang'd his vision for the Muses nine . The comet , that , they say , portends a dearth , Was but a vapour drawn from playhouse earth : Pent there since our last fire , and , Lilly says , Foreshows our ...
... dream of seven lean kine , And chang'd his vision for the Muses nine . The comet , that , they say , portends a dearth , Was but a vapour drawn from playhouse earth : Pent there since our last fire , and , Lilly says , Foreshows our ...
第163页
... dreams to fright thee after fate ? 180 No ghost , no goblins , that still passage keep ; But all is there serene , in that eternal sleep . For all the dismal tales that Poets tell , Are verified on earth , and not in hell . No Tantalus ...
... dreams to fright thee after fate ? 180 No ghost , no goblins , that still passage keep ; But all is there serene , in that eternal sleep . For all the dismal tales that Poets tell , Are verified on earth , and not in hell . No Tantalus ...
第166页
... dreams and sickly thoughts revolving in thy breast . Eternal troubles haunt thy anxious mind , Whose cause and cure thou never hop'st to find ; But still uncertain , with thyself at strife , Thou wanderest in the labyrinth of life . 270 ...
... dreams and sickly thoughts revolving in thy breast . Eternal troubles haunt thy anxious mind , Whose cause and cure thou never hop'st to find ; But still uncertain , with thyself at strife , Thou wanderest in the labyrinth of life . 270 ...
第216页
... dream an herb for Ptolemee : Or Heaven , which had such over - cost bestow'd , 135 As scarce it could afford to flesh and blood , So lik'd the frame , he would not work anew , To save the charges of another you . Or by his middle ...
... dream an herb for Ptolemee : Or Heaven , which had such over - cost bestow'd , 135 As scarce it could afford to flesh and blood , So lik'd the frame , he would not work anew , To save the charges of another you . Or by his middle ...
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第16页 - On the bare earth exposed he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes. With downcast looks the joyless victor sate, Revolving in his altered soul The various turns of Chance below ; And, now and then, a sigh he stole, And tears began to flow.
第18页 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain: Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes...
第17页 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty bubble...
第20页 - Paraclete ! Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; Come, and thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us, while we sing.
第18页 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
第19页 - 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.
第14页 - 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...
第176页 - Happy the man - and happy he alone He who can call today his own, He who, secure within, can say 'Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have...
第13页 - In flower of youth and beauty's pride. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair...
第19页 - 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.