The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... Arms , whose Iron Scepter sways The freezing North , and Hyperborean seas , And Scythian Colds , and Thracia's Wintry Coast , Where stand thy Steeds , and thou art honour'd most : There most , but ev'ry where thy Pow'r is known , 300 ...
... Arms , whose Iron Scepter sways The freezing North , and Hyperborean seas , And Scythian Colds , and Thracia's Wintry Coast , Where stand thy Steeds , and thou art honour'd most : There most , but ev'ry where thy Pow'r is known , 300 ...
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... Arms as those , Who naked and by Night invades his Foes ? The glitt'ring Helm by Moonlight will proclaim 171 The ... Arms the Strife arose , So cast the glorious Prize amid the Foes ; Then send us to redeem both Arms and Shield , And let ...
... Arms as those , Who naked and by Night invades his Foes ? The glitt'ring Helm by Moonlight will proclaim 171 The ... Arms the Strife arose , So cast the glorious Prize amid the Foes ; Then send us to redeem both Arms and Shield , And let ...
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... Arms took Breath , Vers'd only in the gross mechanick Trade of Death ? If you require my Deeds , with ambush'd Arms I trap'd the Foe , or tir'd with false Alarms ; Secur'd the Ships , drew Lines along the Plain , 341 The Fainting chear ...
... Arms took Breath , Vers'd only in the gross mechanick Trade of Death ? If you require my Deeds , with ambush'd Arms I trap'd the Foe , or tir'd with false Alarms ; Secur'd the Ships , drew Lines along the Plain , 341 The Fainting chear ...
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ASTRÆA REDUX A POEM ON THE HAPPY RESTORATION and Return of | 7 |
TO HIS SACRED MAJESTY A PANEGYRICK ON HIS CORONATION | 16 |
A FUNERALPINDARIQUE POEM SACRED TO | 107 |
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