The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Esq: Containing Original Poems, Tales, and Translations, with Notes, Том 2F. C. and J. Rivington, 1811 |
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... fall among enemies , and cannot give the marks of their confcience , he is knocked down before the reasons of his own are heard . A preface , therefore , which is but a bespeaking of favour , is altogether useless . What I defire the ...
... fall among enemies , and cannot give the marks of their confcience , he is knocked down before the reasons of his own are heard . A preface , therefore , which is but a bespeaking of favour , is altogether useless . What I defire the ...
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... falls into ridicule ; there is nothing reprefented here as monftrous and unnatural , which is not fo equally in the original . First as to the general defign , is it not as eafy to imagine two mice bilking coachmen , and fup- ping at ...
... falls into ridicule ; there is nothing reprefented here as monftrous and unnatural , which is not fo equally in the original . First as to the general defign , is it not as eafy to imagine two mice bilking coachmen , and fup- ping at ...
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... falls the vine , Whofe tender branches round the poplar twine . 436 440 Ver . 429. But nonfenfe ] The unparalleled abfurdity and im- piety of fome questions propofed to be difcuffed in the fchools , makes one fhudder to read them , and ...
... falls the vine , Whofe tender branches round the poplar twine . 436 440 Ver . 429. But nonfenfe ] The unparalleled abfurdity and im- piety of fome questions propofed to be difcuffed in the fchools , makes one fhudder to read them , and ...
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... fall . Who can believe what varies every day , Nor ever was , nor will be at a stay ? Ver . 602. The Teft it seems at luft has loos'd your tongue . ] The Teft - act paffed in 1672-3 , enjoined the abjuration of the real prefence in the ...
... fall . Who can believe what varies every day , Nor ever was , nor will be at a stay ? Ver . 602. The Teft it seems at luft has loos'd your tongue . ] The Teft - act paffed in 1672-3 , enjoined the abjuration of the real prefence in the ...
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... , and pour out flames to devour you both ? Or that thefe holy walls thould fuddenly fall , and crush you together ? " Dr. J. WARTON . For petty royalties you raise debate ; But this unfailing THE HIND AND THE PANTHER . 69.
... , and pour out flames to devour you both ? Or that thefe holy walls thould fuddenly fall , and crush you together ? " Dr. J. WARTON . For petty royalties you raise debate ; But this unfailing THE HIND AND THE PANTHER . 69.
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