The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes, Zväzok 6A. Constable & Company, 1821 |
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Strana 17
... cause you cannot be discovered by my means ; for you took me up in France , and your father knows me not . : Wood . I must have a ramble in the town : When I have spent my money , I will grow dutiful , see my father , and ask for more ...
... cause you cannot be discovered by my means ; for you took me up in France , and your father knows me not . : Wood . I must have a ramble in the town : When I have spent my money , I will grow dutiful , see my father , and ask for more ...
Strana 45
... cause we have some writings in it , which must first be taken out , when we can open it . Limb . Nay , that's but reason too : Then she must not have it . Gerv . Let me come to't ; I'll break it open , and you may take out your writings ...
... cause we have some writings in it , which must first be taken out , when we can open it . Limb . Nay , that's but reason too : Then she must not have it . Gerv . Let me come to't ; I'll break it open , and you may take out your writings ...
Strana 50
... while I languish ; She only scorns me , Who caused my anguish . No love returning me , but all hope denying ; By a dismal cypress lying , Like a swan , so sung he dying , - Kind is death , that ends my pain , But 50 ACT III . LIMBERHAM .
... while I languish ; She only scorns me , Who caused my anguish . No love returning me , but all hope denying ; By a dismal cypress lying , Like a swan , so sung he dying , - Kind is death , that ends my pain , But 50 ACT III . LIMBERHAM .
Strana 93
... cause of jealousy enough , if the fool should find me . Wood . [ Looking in . ] See there ! Mrs Tricksy has left her Indian gown upon the bed ; clap it on , and turn your back ; he will easily mistake you for her , if he should look in ...
... cause of jealousy enough , if the fool should find me . Wood . [ Looking in . ] See there ! Mrs Tricksy has left her Indian gown upon the bed ; clap it on , and turn your back ; he will easily mistake you for her , if he should look in ...
Strana 101
... cause at better leisure . Come down , Mr Limberham . Limb . Nay , if it were only his caprichío , I am satisfied ; though I must tell you , I was in a kind of huff , to hear him Tan ta ra , tan ta ra , a quarter of an hour together ...
... cause at better leisure . Come down , Mr Limberham . Limb . Nay , if it were only his caprichío , I am satisfied ; though I must tell you , I was in a kind of huff , to hear him Tan ta ra , tan ta ra , a quarter of an hour together ...
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Strana 230 - For honour travels in a strait so narrow Where one but goes abreast: keep, then, the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue : if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost ; Or, like a gallant horse fall'n in first rank, Lie there for pavement to the abject rear, O'errun and trampled on...
Strana 126 - Yet man, vain man, would with his short-lined plummet Fathom the vast abyss of heavenly justice. Whatever is, is in its causes just, Since all things are by fate. But purblind man Sees but a part o' th' chain, the nearest links, His eyes not carrying to that equal beam That poises all above.
Strana 197 - E'en wondered at because he dropt no sooner; Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years; Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more, Till, like a clock worn out with eating Time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
Strana 257 - Shakspeare; no man ever drew so many characters, or generally distinguished 'em better from one another, excepting only Jonson. I will instance but in one to show the copiousness of his intention; it is that of Caliban, or the monster, in the Tempest. He seems there to have created a person which was not in nature, a boldness which, at first sight, would appear intolerable...
Strana 265 - As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, "Ibid., 11.
Strana 230 - As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: to have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Strana 241 - Accordingly, I new-modelled the i plot, threw out many unnecessary persons, improved those characters which were begun and left unfinished, as Hector, Troilus, Pandarus, and Thersites, and added that of Andromache. After this, I made, with no small trouble, an order and connection of all the scenes; removing them from the places where they were inartificially set...
Strana 230 - High birth, vigor of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, — That all, with one consent, praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded of things past...
Strana 265 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, — His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience ; — That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Strana 10 - Disertissime Romuli nepotum, quot sunt quotque fuere, Marce Tulli, quotque post aliis erunt in annis, gratias tibi maximas Catullus agit pessimus omnium poeta, tanto pessimus omnium poeta, quanto tu optimus omnium patronus.