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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... cropped round quite clofe ; where- fore the wolf , the emblem of Prefbytery , is here faid to " Prick up his predeftinating ears . " DERRICK . Too boastful Britain , please thyfelf no more . That 22 THE HIND AND THE PANTHER .
... cropped round quite clofe ; where- fore the wolf , the emblem of Prefbytery , is here faid to " Prick up his predeftinating ears . " DERRICK . Too boastful Britain , please thyfelf no more . That 22 THE HIND AND THE PANTHER .
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... please thyfelf no more . That beafts of prey are banish'd from thy fhore : The Bear , the Boar , and every favage name , 156 Wild in effect , though in appearance tame , Lay waste thy woods , deftroy thy blissful bower , And , muzzled ...
... please thyfelf no more . That beafts of prey are banish'd from thy fhore : The Bear , the Boar , and every favage name , 156 Wild in effect , though in appearance tame , Lay waste thy woods , deftroy thy blissful bower , And , muzzled ...
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... please : 2325 A lively faith will bear aloft the mind , And leave the luggage of good works behind . Such doctrines in the Pigeon - house were taught : You need not ask how wonderously they wrought ; But fure the common cry was all for ...
... please : 2325 A lively faith will bear aloft the mind , And leave the luggage of good works behind . Such doctrines in the Pigeon - house were taught : You need not ask how wonderously they wrought ; But fure the common cry was all for ...
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... please us less : mittee , or , the Faithful Irishman ; the Great Favorite , or , the Duke of Lerma ; the Indian Queen , a tragedy , written in con- junction with our author ; the Surprizal , a tragi - comedy ; and the Vestal Virgin , or ...
... please us less : mittee , or , the Faithful Irishman ; the Great Favorite , or , the Duke of Lerma ; the Indian Queen , a tragedy , written in con- junction with our author ; the Surprizal , a tragi - comedy ; and the Vestal Virgin , or ...
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... please : But let me half that cure to you reftore ; You give the falve , I laid it to the fore . Our kind relief against a rainy day , Beyond a tavern , or a tedious play , We take your book , and laugh our fpleen away . Spleen If all ...
... please : But let me half that cure to you reftore ; You give the falve , I laid it to the fore . Our kind relief against a rainy day , Beyond a tavern , or a tedious play , We take your book , and laugh our fpleen away . Spleen If all ...
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Æneid againſt ALBION AND ALBANIUS AMYNTAS beafts beauty becauſe beft beſt bleffing cauſe Church confcience death defire DERRICK Dryden e'en eaſe Engliſh eyes facred fafely faid fair fame fate fatire fear feems feen fenfe fent feven fhall fight fince fing firft firſt foes fome fools foon foul ftand ftate ftill fubjects fuch fure grace heaven himſelf Hind honour increaſe itſelf JOHN DRYDEN JOHN WARTON juft juſt kind king laft laſt leaſt lefs live loft Lucretius moft moſt mufe muft muſt ne'er never numbers o'er Original edition Panther play pleaſe pleaſure poem poets Pope praiſe prince PROLOGUE racter raiſe reafon reft reign reſt rife ſcene ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſhould ſky ſtage ſtate ſtay ſtill thee thefe themſelves Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou TODD tranflated twas uſe verfe Virgil whofe Whoſe wife worfe yourſelves
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