The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... Death's Harbinger ? Must She , With him expiring , feel Mortality ? Is Death ( Sin's wages ) Grace's now ? shall Art 9 Make us more Learned , only to depart ? If Merit be Disease , if Vertue Death ; To be Good , Not to be , who'd then ...
... Death's Harbinger ? Must She , With him expiring , feel Mortality ? Is Death ( Sin's wages ) Grace's now ? shall Art 9 Make us more Learned , only to depart ? If Merit be Disease , if Vertue Death ; To be Good , Not to be , who'd then ...
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... DEATH OF THE LORD HASTINGS . UPON THE DEATH OF THE VISCOUNT OF DUNDEE . Он. Nor think the Kindred - Muses thy Disgrace ; A poet is not born in ev'ry Race . Two of a House , few Ages can afford ; One to perform , another to record . For ...
... DEATH OF THE LORD HASTINGS . UPON THE DEATH OF THE VISCOUNT OF DUNDEE . Он. Nor think the Kindred - Muses thy Disgrace ; A poet is not born in ev'ry Race . Two of a House , few Ages can afford ; One to perform , another to record . For ...
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... DEATH . What has this Bugbear Death to frighten | Has come betwixt , where memory lies dead , Or any fond desire as vain as these . For. Man , If Souls can die , as well as Bodies can ? For , as before our Birth we felt no Pain , When ...
... DEATH . What has this Bugbear Death to frighten | Has come betwixt , where memory lies dead , Or any fond desire as vain as these . For. Man , If Souls can die , as well as Bodies can ? For , as before our Birth we felt no Pain , When ...
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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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