There's no satiety, etc. There is an obvious reminiscence of Shakspere : Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies, for vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she Is riggish. Now, gods and devils! Authority melts from me. Of late, when I cried 'Ho! And cry 'Your will? I am Antony yet. Here Dryden comes into direct rivalry with Shak- spere : NOTES 459 Enobarbus. The barge she sat In, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water. The oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster. As amorous of their strokes. For her own person. It beggar'd all description : she did lie In her pavilion — cloth-of-gold of tissue — O'er-plcturing that Venus where we see The fancy outwork nature. On each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-color'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool. And what they undid did. O, rare for Antony! Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her 1' the eyes. That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange Invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. Whistling to the air, which, but for vacancy. Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too. And made a gap in nature. Scott's judgment on these two passages is interesting as coming from a time when Dryden, though not a model for the younger generation of poets, was still for conservative critics the third name in English literature. Click here to order! Or visit our site >> business research reports More info about: online dissertation help european history terms persuasive speeches examples easy research paper topics ideas college essays about yourself essay on censorship examples narrative essays college paper writing services
