The Poetical Works of John Dryden, 第 1 卷J. Nichol, 1855 |
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... Wife of Bath's Tale ! " We are half inclined , with George Ellis , to call these fables the " noblest specimen of versification to be found in any modern language . ' We gather , too , from them a notion about Dryden's capabilities ...
... Wife of Bath's Tale ! " We are half inclined , with George Ellis , to call these fables the " noblest specimen of versification to be found in any modern language . ' We gather , too , from them a notion about Dryden's capabilities ...
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... Wives ' Excuse , " 18 IX . To Henry Higden , Esq . , on his translation of the Tenth Satire of Juvenal , • • · 19 X. To my dear friend , Mr Congreve , on his Comedy called " The Double - dealer , " · · · • 20 23 XI . To Mr Granville ...
... Wives ' Excuse , " 18 IX . To Henry Higden , Esq . , on his translation of the Tenth Satire of Juvenal , • • · 19 X. To my dear friend , Mr Congreve , on his Comedy called " The Double - dealer , " · · · • 20 23 XI . To Mr Granville ...
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... her to the sky : Those mounting fancies , when they fall again , Show sand and dirt at bottom do remain . 16 Sir Robert Howard : ' brother to Dryden's wife . VOL . II . A 10 So firm a strength , and yet withal so sweet.
... her to the sky : Those mounting fancies , when they fall again , Show sand and dirt at bottom do remain . 16 Sir Robert Howard : ' brother to Dryden's wife . VOL . II . A 10 So firm a strength , and yet withal so sweet.
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... : ' Mary D'Este , the beautiful second wife of the Duke of York ; she had been banished to Scotland . Love was no more , when loyalty was gone , EPISTLES . 13 To the Duchess of York, on her return from Scotland in year 1682,
... : ' Mary D'Este , the beautiful second wife of the Duke of York ; she had been banished to Scotland . Love was no more , when loyalty was gone , EPISTLES . 13 To the Duchess of York, on her return from Scotland in year 1682,
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... wives and husbands show The vigour of a plenipo . Like mighty missioner you come " Ad Partes Infidelium . " A work of wondrous merit sure , So far to go , so much t ' endure ; And all to preach to German dame , Where sound of Cupid ...
... wives and husbands show The vigour of a plenipo . Like mighty missioner you come " Ad Partes Infidelium . " A work of wondrous merit sure , So far to go , so much t ' endure ; And all to preach to German dame , Where sound of Cupid ...
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第106页 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies: She drew an angel down.
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