The Poetical Works of John Dryden, 第 1 卷J. Nichol, 1855 |
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... Beauty in Distress , " • · XIII . To my honoured kinsman , John Dryden of Chesterton , in the county of Huntingdon , Esq . , 25 25 27 XIV . To Sir Godfrey Kneller , principal painter to his Majesty , XV . To his friend the author , John ...
... Beauty in Distress , " • · XIII . To my honoured kinsman , John Dryden of Chesterton , in the county of Huntingdon , Esq . , 25 25 27 XIV . To Sir Godfrey Kneller , principal painter to his Majesty , XV . To his friend the author , John ...
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... beauty and a fortune too . Of moral knowledge poesy was queen , And still she might , had wanton wits not been ; 15 20 330 40 1 The curious net , ' & c .: a compliment to a poem of Sir Robert's , called ' Rete Mirabile . ' Who , like ...
... beauty and a fortune too . Of moral knowledge poesy was queen , And still she might , had wanton wits not been ; 15 20 330 40 1 The curious net , ' & c .: a compliment to a poem of Sir Robert's , called ' Rete Mirabile . ' Who , like ...
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... beauty , your inheritance ; So great a soul , such sweetness join'd in one , Could only spring from noble Grandison.1 You , like the stars , not by reflection bright , Are born to your own heaven , and your own light ; Like them are ...
... beauty , your inheritance ; So great a soul , such sweetness join'd in one , Could only spring from noble Grandison.1 You , like the stars , not by reflection bright , Are born to your own heaven , and your own light ; Like them are ...
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... should any sign - post dauber know The worth of Titian or of Angelo ? Hard features every bungler can command ; To draw true beauty shows a master's hand . 50 30 EPISTLE V. TO THE EARL OF ROSCOMMON , ON HIS 10 DRYDEN'S POEMS .
... should any sign - post dauber know The worth of Titian or of Angelo ? Hard features every bungler can command ; To draw true beauty shows a master's hand . 50 30 EPISTLE V. TO THE EARL OF ROSCOMMON , ON HIS 10 DRYDEN'S POEMS .
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... beauty , and the court of love , The Muses droop'd , with their forsaken arts , And the sad Cupids broke their useless darts : Our fruitful plains to wilds and deserts turn'd Like Eden's face , when banish'd man it mourn'd , 1 ' Queen ...
... beauty , and the court of love , The Muses droop'd , with their forsaken arts , And the sad Cupids broke their useless darts : Our fruitful plains to wilds and deserts turn'd Like Eden's face , when banish'd man it mourn'd , 1 ' Queen ...
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