The Poetical Works of John Dryden, 3±ÇHenry G. Bohn, 1853 - 524ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... fears of future change in state ; Pray Heaven you did not prophesy your fate . Perhaps , you think your time of triumph near , But may mistake the season of the year ; The Swallow's fortune gives you cause to fear . ' ' For charity ...
... fears of future change in state ; Pray Heaven you did not prophesy your fate . Perhaps , you think your time of triumph near , But may mistake the season of the year ; The Swallow's fortune gives you cause to fear . ' ' For charity ...
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... fear , the more devout Arose , and bless'd themselves from head to foot . ' Tis true , some stagers of the wiser sort Made all these idle wonderments their sport : They said , their only danger was delay , And he , who heard what every ...
... fear , the more devout Arose , and bless'd themselves from head to foot . ' Tis true , some stagers of the wiser sort Made all these idle wonderments their sport : They said , their only danger was delay , And he , who heard what every ...
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... fear'd . Resistless force and immortality Make but a lame , imperfect , deity ; Tempests have force unbounded to ... fears your steady hand beguile ; Yourself our balance hold , the world's , our isle . 240 EPISTLES . TO MY FRIEND MR . J ...
... fear'd . Resistless force and immortality Make but a lame , imperfect , deity ; Tempests have force unbounded to ... fears your steady hand beguile ; Yourself our balance hold , the world's , our isle . 240 EPISTLES . TO MY FRIEND MR . J ...
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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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