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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... fate , Th ' immortal part affum'd immortal state . Of these a flaughter'd army lay in blood , Extended 2 o'er the Caledonian wood , Their native walk ; whofe vocal blood arofe ; And cry'd for pardon on their perjur'd foes . Their fate ...
... fate , Th ' immortal part affum'd immortal state . Of these a flaughter'd army lay in blood , Extended 2 o'er the Caledonian wood , Their native walk ; whofe vocal blood arofe ; And cry'd for pardon on their perjur'd foes . Their fate ...
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... fate of murder'd monarchy , Before the founding ax fo falls the vine , Whose tender branches round the poplar twine , She chofe her ruin , and refign'd her life , In death undaunted as an Indian wife : A rare example ! but fome fouls we ...
... fate of murder'd monarchy , Before the founding ax fo falls the vine , Whose tender branches round the poplar twine , She chofe her ruin , and refign'd her life , In death undaunted as an Indian wife : A rare example ! but fome fouls we ...
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... fate In council , to redeem our ruin'd state , Millions of millions , at a diftance round , Silent the facred confiftory crown'd , To hear what mercy , mixt with justice , could propound : All prompt with eager pity , to fulfil The full ...
... fate In council , to redeem our ruin'd state , Millions of millions , at a diftance round , Silent the facred confiftory crown'd , To hear what mercy , mixt with justice , could propound : All prompt with eager pity , to fulfil The full ...
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... fate deplore ; Themselves they could not cure of the dishonest fore . Thus one , thus pure , behold her largely spread , Like the fair ocean from her mother - bed ; From east to weft triumphantly she rides , All shores are water'd by ...
... fate deplore ; Themselves they could not cure of the dishonest fore . Thus one , thus pure , behold her largely spread , Like the fair ocean from her mother - bed ; From east to weft triumphantly she rides , All shores are water'd by ...
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... fate . Nor fail'd the then a full review to make Of what the Panther fuffer'd for her fake : Her loft efteem , her truth , her loyal care , Her faith unfhaken 6 to an exil'd heir , Her ftrength to endure , her courage to defy ; Her ...
... fate . Nor fail'd the then a full review to make Of what the Panther fuffer'd for her fake : Her loft efteem , her truth , her loyal care , Her faith unfhaken 6 to an exil'd heir , Her ftrength to endure , her courage to defy ; Her ...
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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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