The Poetical Works of John Dryden, 3±ÇHenry G. Bohn, 1853 - 524ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... stand , like Adam , naming every beast , Were weary work : -nor will the Muse describe A slimy - born and sun ... stands condemn'd , nor wholly free . Then , like her injured Lion , let me speak ; He cannot bend her , and he would not ...
... stand , like Adam , naming every beast , Were weary work : -nor will the Muse describe A slimy - born and sun ... stands condemn'd , nor wholly free . Then , like her injured Lion , let me speak ; He cannot bend her , and he would not ...
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... stand , Arm'd by a weapon put into your hand . Yet still remember , that you wield a sword Forged by your foes against your Sovereign Lord ; Design'd to hew the imperial cedar down , Defraud succession , and dis - heir the crown . To ...
... stand , Arm'd by a weapon put into your hand . Yet still remember , that you wield a sword Forged by your foes against your Sovereign Lord ; Design'd to hew the imperial cedar down , Defraud succession , and dis - heir the crown . To ...
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... stand , And play the game into each other's hand ; And as cheap pen'orths to ourselves afford , As Bessus and the brothers of the sword . Such libels private men may well endure , When states and kings themselves are not secure : For ...
... stand , And play the game into each other's hand ; And as cheap pen'orths to ourselves afford , As Bessus and the brothers of the sword . Such libels private men may well endure , When states and kings themselves are not secure : For ...
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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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