The Miscellaneous Works of John Dryden, Esq;: Containing All His Original Poems, Tales, and Translations. Now First Collected and Published Together in Four Volumes. With Explanatory Notes and Observations. Also an Account of His Life and Writings ...J. and R. Tonson, in the Strand., 1760 |
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... better guide a better world explore . Could he his Godhead veil with flesh and blood , And not veil these again to be our food ? His grace in both is equal in extent , } The first affords us life , the fecond nourishment . And if he can ...
... better guide a better world explore . Could he his Godhead veil with flesh and blood , And not veil these again to be our food ? His grace in both is equal in extent , } The first affords us life , the fecond nourishment . And if he can ...
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... better morals boast : True to her king her principles are found Oh that her practice were but half fo found ! Stedfast in various turns of state she stood , And feal'd her vow'd affection with her blood : Nor will I meanly tax her ...
... better morals boast : True to her king her principles are found Oh that her practice were but half fo found ! Stedfast in various turns of state she stood , And feal'd her vow'd affection with her blood : Nor will I meanly tax her ...
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... better star ; Big with the beams , which from her mother flow , And reigning o'er the rifing tides below : Now , mixing with a favage crowd , she goes , And meanly flatters her invet'rate foes , Rul'd while fhe rules , and lofing every ...
... better star ; Big with the beams , which from her mother flow , And reigning o'er the rifing tides below : Now , mixing with a favage crowd , she goes , And meanly flatters her invet'rate foes , Rul'd while fhe rules , and lofing every ...
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... in danger to provide . And whate'er tales of Peter's chair you tell , Yet , faving reverence of the miracle , The better luck was yours to scape so well . } As I remember , faid the fober Hind , Those D 2 THE HIND AND THE PANTHER . 35.
... in danger to provide . And whate'er tales of Peter's chair you tell , Yet , faving reverence of the miracle , The better luck was yours to scape so well . } As I remember , faid the fober Hind , Those D 2 THE HIND AND THE PANTHER . 35.
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... better man , In virtue of his holier Alcoran . True , said the Panther , I fhall ne'er deny My brethren may be fav'd as well as I ; ; Tho Huguenots condemn our ordination , Succeffion , minifterial vocation 40 THE HIND AND THE PANTHER .
... better man , In virtue of his holier Alcoran . True , said the Panther , I fhall ne'er deny My brethren may be fav'd as well as I ; ; Tho Huguenots condemn our ordination , Succeffion , minifterial vocation 40 THE HIND AND THE PANTHER .
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againſt Amyntas Becauſe beft beſt bleffings blood boaſt breaſt call'd cauſe CHLORI cloſe confcience DAPHNI defire e'en eaſe Engliſh ev'ry eyes facred fafely faid fair fame fate fatire fear fecure feems fenfe fhall fhews figh fight fince firft firſt flain fleep foes fome fons fools foon foul ftand ftill fubject fuch fung fure grace heaven himſelf Hind houſe increaſe JOHN DRYDEN joys juft juſt kiffing kind king laft laſt leaſt lefs leſs Lucretius mind moft moſt mufe muſe muſt never numbers o'er pain Panther paſs peace play pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure poets praiſe prince PROLOGUE raiſe reaſon reft reſt rife ſay ſcene ſee ſeen ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſky ſome ſpace ſtage ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtood ſweet thee themſelves Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou thro tranflated treaſure uſe verſe Whig Whofe Whoſe wife wiſh
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