The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Nide 3Henry G. Bohn, 1853 - 524 sivua |
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Sivu 78
... gives me no pretence to royalty ? Yet , oh that fate , propitiously inclined , Had raised my birth , or had debased my ... give no more , The thrifty Sanhedrim shall keep him poor ; And every shekel which he can receive Shall cost a 78 ...
... gives me no pretence to royalty ? Yet , oh that fate , propitiously inclined , Had raised my birth , or had debased my ... give no more , The thrifty Sanhedrim shall keep him poor ; And every shekel which he can receive Shall cost a 78 ...
Sivu 109
... give no more . As vain our fears of Egypt's potent aid , Not so has Pharaoh learnt ambition's trade , Nor ever with such measures can comply As shock the common rules of policy ; None dread like him the growth of Israel's king , And he ...
... give no more . As vain our fears of Egypt's potent aid , Not so has Pharaoh learnt ambition's trade , Nor ever with such measures can comply As shock the common rules of policy ; None dread like him the growth of Israel's king , And he ...
Sivu 276
... give me leave to hope that , by subscribing mine to this poem , I may live by the goddess , and transmit my name to posterity by the memory of hers . ' Tis no flattery to assure your lordship , that she is remembered , in the present ...
... give me leave to hope that , by subscribing mine to this poem , I may live by the goddess , and transmit my name to posterity by the memory of hers . ' Tis no flattery to assure your lordship , that she is remembered , in the present ...
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Upon the Death of Lord Hastings | 1 |
To Charles the Second | 16 |
Satire on the Dutch | 23 |
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