The Miscellaneous Works of John Dryden, Esq: Containing All His Original Poems, Tales, and Translations ...J. and R. Tonson, 1767 - English poetry |
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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 dispute 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 dispute the motives of her change ; how prepofterously , let all men ...
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... Himself the pilot , let us leave the shore , And with a better guide a better world explore . Could he his Godhead veil with flesh and blood , And not veil these again to be our food ? His in both is equal in extent , grace The 4 His ...
... Himself the pilot , let us leave the shore , And with a better guide a better world explore . Could he his Godhead veil with flesh and blood , And not veil these again to be our food ? His in both is equal in extent , grace The 4 His ...
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... himself by her confent , Whom thus abfolv'd fhe fends to punishment . Suppofe the magiftrate revenge her cause , ' Tis only for tranfgreffing human laws . How anfwering to its end a church is made , Whofe power is but to counfel and ...
... himself by her confent , Whom thus abfolv'd fhe fends to punishment . Suppofe the magiftrate revenge her cause , ' Tis only for tranfgreffing human laws . How anfwering to its end a church is made , Whofe power is but to counfel and ...
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... himself alone The fecret of this philofophic ftone . Thefe principles your jarring fects unite , When differing doctors and difciples fight . Tho ' Luther , Zuinglius , Calvin , holy chiefs , Have made a battle royal of beliefs ; Or ...
... himself alone The fecret of this philofophic ftone . Thefe principles your jarring fects unite , When differing doctors and difciples fight . Tho ' Luther , Zuinglius , Calvin , holy chiefs , Have made a battle royal of beliefs ; Or ...
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... Himself was to fecure his chofen race , Tho ' reafon good for Turks to take the place , And he allow'd to be the better man , In virtue of his holier Alcoran . True , faid the Panther , I shall ne'er deny My brethren may be fav'd as ...
... Himself was to fecure his chofen race , Tho ' reafon good for Turks to take the place , And he allow'd to be the better man , In virtue of his holier Alcoran . True , faid the Panther , I shall ne'er deny My brethren may be fav'd as ...
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againſt Amyntas beafts Becauſe Befides beft beſt bleffing blood breaſt call'd caufe cauſe CHLORI church cloſe confcience DAPHNI defign'd defire e'en ev'ry eyes facred fafely faid fair fame fate fatire fave fear feems feen fenfe fent feven fhades fhall fhould fight fince firft firſt fleep foes fome fons fools foon foul ftand ftate ftill fubject fuch fure grace heaven himſelf Hind houſe JOHN DRYDEN joys juft kiffing kind king laft laſt leaſt lefs loft Lucretius mind moft Momus moſt mufe muft muſt never numbers nymph o'er Ovid pain Panther Pindaric play pleafing pleaſe pleaſure poets praiſe prefent prince PROLOGUE race raiſe reafon reft rife ſcene ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſky ſpace ſtage ſtate ſtay ſtill thee thefe themſelves Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou thro tranflated treaſure true uſe verfe verſe Virgil Whig whofe wife
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