The Poetical Works of John Dryden, 第 3 卷Henry G. Bohn, 1853 - 524页 |
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第141页
... thou think'st discourse : Else how com'st thou to see these truths so clear , Which so obscure to Heathens did appear ? Not Plato these , nor Aristotle found : Nor he whose wisdom oracles renown'd . Hast thou a wit so deep , or so ...
... thou think'st discourse : Else how com'st thou to see these truths so clear , Which so obscure to Heathens did appear ? Not Plato these , nor Aristotle found : Nor he whose wisdom oracles renown'd . Hast thou a wit so deep , or so ...
第305页
... thou , traitor , on the plain Appeach my honour , or thine own maintain , Since thou art of my council , and the friend Whose faith I trust , and on whose care depend : And wouldst thou court my lady's love , which I Much rather than ...
... thou , traitor , on the plain Appeach my honour , or thine own maintain , Since thou art of my council , and the friend Whose faith I trust , and on whose care depend : And wouldst thou court my lady's love , which I Much rather than ...
第524页
... Thou tyrant , tyrant Jealousy , Thou tyrant of the mind ! False in thy glass all objects are , Some set too near , and some too far ; Thou art the fire of endless night , The fire that burns , and gives no light . All torments of the ...
... Thou tyrant , tyrant Jealousy , Thou tyrant of the mind ! False in thy glass all objects are , Some set too near , and some too far ; Thou art the fire of endless night , The fire that burns , and gives no light . All torments of the ...
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