The Poetical Works of John Dryden, 第 4 巻

W. Pickering, 1852

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101 ページ - Mouths without hands; maintained at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence ; Stout once a month they march, a blustering band, And ever, but in times of need, at hand ; This was the morn when, issuing on the guard, Drawn up in rank and file they stood prepared Of seeming arms to make a short essay, Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.
119 ページ - Images ; he forms and equips those ungodly Mankillers, whom we Poets, when we flatter them, call Heroes ; a race of Men who can never enjoy quiet in themselves, "till they have taken it from all the World.
101 ページ - The country rings around with loud alarms, And raw in fields the rude militia swarms ; Mouths without hands, maintained at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence : Stout once a month they march, a blust'ring band ; And ever, but in times of need, at hand...
179 ページ - We crave to serve before your sacred shrine, And offer at your altar rites divine: And since not any action of our life Has been polluted with domestic strife, We beg one hour of death, that neither she With widow's tears may live to bury me, Nor weeping I, with wither'd arms, may bear My breathless Baucis to the sepulchre.
293 ページ - But suffer inmate souls secure to dwell, Lest from their seats your parents you expel ; With rabid hunger feed upon your kind, Or from a beast dislodge a brother's mind.
44 ページ - His preaching much, but more his practice wrought; (A living sermon of the truths he taught); For this by rules severe his life he squared, That all might see the doctrine which they heard.
64 ページ - This law, though custom now diverts the course, As nature's institute, is yet in force; Uncancell'd, though disused ; and he, whose mind Is virtuous, is alone of noble kind ; Though poor in fortune, of celestial race; And he commits the crime who calls him base.
110 ページ - For what other reason have I spent my life in so unprofitable a study ? Why am I grown old in seeking so barren a reward as fame ! The same parts and application which have made me a poet might have raised me to any honours of the gown, which are often given to men of as little learning and less honesty than myself.
2 ページ - Though full of youthful health, and void of pain : Cares I had none, to keep me from my rest, For Love had never enter'd in my breast ; I wanted nothing Fortune could supply, Nor did she slumber till that hour deny.
134 ページ - Now seas and earth were in confusion lost ; A world of waters, and without a coast.