John Dryden ( 10 of 157 )
Hard features every bungler can command:
To draw true beauty shows a master's hand.
Hard features every bungler can command:
To draw true beauty shows a master's hand.
The monarch oak, the patriarch of the trees,
Shoots rising up, and spreads by slow degrees.
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The monarch oak, the patriarch of the trees,
Shoots rising up, and spreads by slow degrees.
Three centuries he grows, and three he stays
Supreme in state; and in three more decays.
Not aw'd to duty by superior sway.
Not aw'd to duty by superior sway.
Wit will shine
Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
Wit will shine
Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
For who can be secure of private right,
If sovereign sway may be dissolved by might?
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For who can be secure of private right,
If sovereign sway may be dissolved by might?
Nor is the people's judgment always true:
The most may err as grossly as the few.
Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
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Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider like, we feel the tenderest touch.
Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent
perspiration.
Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent
perspiration.
He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.
He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.
Skill'd in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands,
And, with his compass, measures seas and lands.
Skill'd in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands,
And, with his compass, measures seas and lands.
