The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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Página 167
... Fame , And Scholar to the Youth he taught , became . O that your Brows my Lawrel had sus- tain'd , 41 Well had I been depos'd , if you had reign'd ! The Father had descended for the Son , For only You are lineal to the Throne . Thus ...
... Fame , And Scholar to the Youth he taught , became . O that your Brows my Lawrel had sus- tain'd , 41 Well had I been depos'd , if you had reign'd ! The Father had descended for the Son , For only You are lineal to the Throne . Thus ...
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... Fame is false to all that keep her long ; And turns up to the Fop that's brisk and young . 12 Some wiser Poet now would leave Fame first ; But elder wits are , like old Lovers , curst : Who , when the vigor of their Youth is spent ...
... Fame is false to all that keep her long ; And turns up to the Fop that's brisk and young . 12 Some wiser Poet now would leave Fame first ; But elder wits are , like old Lovers , curst : Who , when the vigor of their Youth is spent ...
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... Fame : Exchanging solid Quiet , to obtain The Windy satisfaction of the Brain . So much the Thirst of Honour Fires the Blood ; 220 So many wou'd be Great , so few be Good . For who wou'd Virtue for her self regard , Or Wed , without the ...
... Fame : Exchanging solid Quiet , to obtain The Windy satisfaction of the Brain . So much the Thirst of Honour Fires the Blood ; 220 So many wou'd be Great , so few be Good . For who wou'd Virtue for her self regard , Or Wed , without the ...
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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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