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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... himself to be now fatisfied to the contrary , in which he has given up the caufe : for matter of fact was the principal debate betwixt us . In the mean time , he would difpute the motives of her change ; how prepofterously , let all men ...
... himself to be now fatisfied to the contrary , in which he has given up the caufe : for matter of fact was the principal debate betwixt us . In the mean time , he would difpute the motives of her change ; how prepofterously , let all men ...
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... himself a groaning , like the famous board , upon application of a red hot iron . " He would ftand in the turning of a street , and calling to thofe who paffed by , would cry to one , Worthy Sir , do me the honour of a good flap in the ...
... himself a groaning , like the famous board , upon application of a red hot iron . " He would ftand in the turning of a street , and calling to thofe who paffed by , would cry to one , Worthy Sir , do me the honour of a good flap in the ...
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... himself makes this Saviour juft before he fwallows him . The difciples faw with their own eyes the figure and body of Christ , but in the wafer furely Chritt is not feen . Dr. J. WARTON . Ver . 101. One fingle place ] The doctrine of ...
... himself makes this Saviour juft before he fwallows him . The difciples faw with their own eyes the figure and body of Christ , but in the wafer furely Chritt is not feen . Dr. J. WARTON . Ver . 101. One fingle place ] The doctrine of ...
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... himself , however , returned in fafety to Lutterworth , where he died peaceably in the year 1387 , This latter attack was much more dangerous than the former ; but by what means he got fafely through it , whether by intereft of the ...
... himself , however , returned in fafety to Lutterworth , where he died peaceably in the year 1387 , This latter attack was much more dangerous than the former ; but by what means he got fafely through it , whether by intereft of the ...
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... himself , by her confent , Whom thus abfolv'd fhe fends to punishment . Suppose the magiftrate revenge her caufe , " Tis only for tranfgreffing human laws . How anfwering to its end a Church is made , Whofe power is but to counsel and ...
... himself , by her confent , Whom thus abfolv'd fhe fends to punishment . Suppose the magiftrate revenge her caufe , " Tis only for tranfgreffing human laws . How anfwering to its end a Church is made , Whofe power is but to counsel and ...
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