The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes. Illustrated with Notes, Historical, Critical, and Explanatory, and a Life of the Author, Том 11William Miller, 1808 |
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... thought , While rich ideas there are only caught ? Sure that's not all ; this is a piece too fair To be the child of chance , and not of care . No atoms , casually together hurled , Could e'er produce so beautiful a world ; Nor dare I ...
... thought , While rich ideas there are only caught ? Sure that's not all ; this is a piece too fair To be the child of chance , and not of care . No atoms , casually together hurled , Could e'er produce so beautiful a world ; Nor dare I ...
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... thought it greater honour to obey His country's interest , than the world to sway . § But to write worthy things of worthy men , Is the peculiar talent of your pen ; Yet let me take your mantle up , and I Will venture , in your right ...
... thought it greater honour to obey His country's interest , than the world to sway . § But to write worthy things of worthy men , Is the peculiar talent of your pen ; Yet let me take your mantle up , and I Will venture , in your right ...
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... thought but pools , of blood , ( Whether life's fuel , or the body's food , ) From dark oblivion Harvey's || name shall save ; While Ent keeps all the honour that he gave . * First edition , The English are not . + Bacon , Lord Verulam ...
... thought but pools , of blood , ( Whether life's fuel , or the body's food , ) From dark oblivion Harvey's || name shall save ; While Ent keeps all the honour that he gave . * First edition , The English are not . + Bacon , Lord Verulam ...
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... thought a temple , you have found A throne , where kings , our earthly gods , were crowned ; Where by their wondering subjects they were seen , Joyed with their stature , and their princely mien . Our sovereign here above the rest might ...
... thought a temple , you have found A throne , where kings , our earthly gods , were crowned ; Where by their wondering subjects they were seen , Joyed with their stature , and their princely mien . Our sovereign here above the rest might ...
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... thought had more wit , The censure of every man did disdain ; Pleading some pitiful rhymes he had writ In praise of the Countess of Castlemain . Session of the Poets , 1670 . EPISTLE THE FOURTH . As seamen , shipwrecked on some EPISTLES ...
... thought had more wit , The censure of every man did disdain ; Pleading some pitiful rhymes he had writ In praise of the Countess of Castlemain . Session of the Poets , 1670 . EPISTLE THE FOURTH . As seamen , shipwrecked on some EPISTLES ...
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ANNE KILLIGREW Arcite arms beauty behold betwixt blood Boccacio breast called Canterbury Tales Chanticleer charms Chaucer coursers crown Cymon dame death divine dream Dryden Duke Emily EPISTLE eyes fair fame fate father favour fear fight fire fortune gave grace grief Guiscard hand happy hast heart heaven honour JOHN DRYDEN kind king knew knight KNIGHT'S TALE lady laurel light live look lord lover Lysimachus maid mind mortal mourning muse never noble numbers o'er once Ovid pain Palamon panegyric play pleased pleasure poem poet poetry praise prince pursue queen race rest seems shewed sighed sight Sir George Etherege Sir Robert Howard soul stood sung sweet tale Tancred tears Thebes thee Theseus thine thing thou thought took translated Twas verses Virgil virtue vows wife Wife of Bath words youth
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