The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... Father's Mind , What are you else but of a Bastard - kind ? Do , as your great Progenitors have done , And by their virtues prove your self their Son . No Father can infuse , or Wit or Grace ; 400 A Mother comes across , and marrs the ...
... Father's Mind , What are you else but of a Bastard - kind ? Do , as your great Progenitors have done , And by their virtues prove your self their Son . No Father can infuse , or Wit or Grace ; 400 A Mother comes across , and marrs the ...
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... Father lov'd a Child before ; So , that Indulgence draws me to forgive : Nature , that gave thee Life , would have thee live , But , as a Publick Parent of the State , My Justice , and thy Crime , requires thy Fate . Fain would I chuse ...
... Father lov'd a Child before ; So , that Indulgence draws me to forgive : Nature , that gave thee Life , would have thee live , But , as a Publick Parent of the State , My Justice , and thy Crime , requires thy Fate . Fain would I chuse ...
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... Father's Troops shall lead to Fight , And thus shall vanquish in your Father's Right . 220 These Rudiments you to your Lineage owe ; Born to increase your Titles as you grow . Brethren you had , Revenge your Brethren slain ; You have a ...
... Father's Troops shall lead to Fight , And thus shall vanquish in your Father's Right . 220 These Rudiments you to your Lineage owe ; Born to increase your Titles as you grow . Brethren you had , Revenge your Brethren slain ; You have a ...
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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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