The Poetical Works of John Dryden, 3. köideHenry G. Bohn, 1853 - 524 pages |
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... leave to tell you that as I have endeavoured to adorn it with noble thoughts , so much more to express those thoughts with elocution . The composition of all poems is , or ought to be , of wit ; and wit in the poet , or wit - writing ...
... leave to tell you that as I have endeavoured to adorn it with noble thoughts , so much more to express those thoughts with elocution . The composition of all poems is , or ought to be , of wit ; and wit in the poet , or wit - writing ...
Page 33
... leave them to speak for me ; and , if they can , to make out that character , not pretending to a greater , which I have given them . And now , sir , ' tis time I should relieve you from the tedious length of this account . You have ...
... leave them to speak for me ; and , if they can , to make out that character , not pretending to a greater , which I have given them . And now , sir , ' tis time I should relieve you from the tedious length of this account . You have ...
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... leave , the time expired ; Well pleased , and to their several homes retired . Meanwhile the health of Arcite still impairs ; From bad proceeds to worse , and mocks the leeches ' cares ; Swoll'n is his breast ; his inward pains increase ...
... leave , the time expired ; Well pleased , and to their several homes retired . Meanwhile the health of Arcite still impairs ; From bad proceeds to worse , and mocks the leeches ' cares ; Swoll'n is his breast ; his inward pains increase ...
Contents
Upon the Death of Lord Hastings | 1 |
To Charles the Second | 16 |
Satire on the Dutch | 23 |
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