Miscellany Poems: Containing Variety of New Translations of the Ancient Poets Together with Several Original Poems, Том 1Jacob Tonson, 1716 |
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... Ad- drefs to You last no longer than the time of telling them . Wealth , if well confider'd , is but a fplendid Vexation ; and He Manages the best , who is neither १ neither Intemperate with it , nor Uneafie without it DEDICATION .
... Ad- drefs to You last no longer than the time of telling them . Wealth , if well confider'd , is but a fplendid Vexation ; and He Manages the best , who is neither १ neither Intemperate with it , nor Uneafie without it DEDICATION .
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... - ty of what I affure you I deteft ; continue to be what I believe You , and confirm as well the Judgment as the Opinion of , My LORD , Tour Grace's moft Obedient , Humble Servant . PREFACE . By Mr. DRYDEN . OR this last half DEDICATION .
... - ty of what I affure you I deteft ; continue to be what I believe You , and confirm as well the Judgment as the Opinion of , My LORD , Tour Grace's moft Obedient , Humble Servant . PREFACE . By Mr. DRYDEN . OR this last half DEDICATION .
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... last half Year I have been troubled with the difeafe ( as I may call it ) of Tranflation ; the cold Profe - fits of it , ( which are always the most tedious with me ) were spent in the Hiftory of the League ; the hot , ( which fucceeded ...
... last half Year I have been troubled with the difeafe ( as I may call it ) of Tranflation ; the cold Profe - fits of it , ( which are always the most tedious with me ) were spent in the Hiftory of the League ; the hot , ( which fucceeded ...
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... much as an uncha- ritable Wish against Achitophel , but am content to be accus'd of a good - natur'd Error , and to hope , with Origen , that the Devil himself may at last be fav'di For which reafon , in this Poem , he is To the READER .
... much as an uncha- ritable Wish against Achitophel , but am content to be accus'd of a good - natur'd Error , and to hope , with Origen , that the Devil himself may at last be fav'di For which reafon , in this Poem , he is To the READER .
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... last to say , SIRENO . O my Diana ! who wou'd have believ'd That when the fad Sireno moft had griev'd , Any affliction cou'd have fall'n on me That wou'd not vanish at the fight of thee ? Thy charming Eyes cou'd all my Clouds difpel ...
... last to say , SIRENO . O my Diana ! who wou'd have believ'd That when the fad Sireno moft had griev'd , Any affliction cou'd have fall'n on me That wou'd not vanish at the fight of thee ? Thy charming Eyes cou'd all my Clouds difpel ...
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