The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... Fire their fatal Birth disclose ; And first , few scatt'ring Sparks about were blown , Big with the flames that to our Ruin rose . 218 224 Our Guardian Angel saw them where he sate Above the Palace of our slumbring King ; He sigh'd ...
... Fire their fatal Birth disclose ; And first , few scatt'ring Sparks about were blown , Big with the flames that to our Ruin rose . 218 224 Our Guardian Angel saw them where he sate Above the Palace of our slumbring King ; He sigh'd ...
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... Fire , mean timę walks in a broader gross ; To either hand his Wings he opens wide : He wades the Streets , and streight he reaches More than his Guards his Sorrows made him known , cross , show'r : And plays his longing Flames on th ...
... Fire , mean timę walks in a broader gross ; To either hand his Wings he opens wide : He wades the Streets , and streight he reaches More than his Guards his Sorrows made him known , cross , show'r : And plays his longing Flames on th ...
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... Fire , thus toss'd in Air , collide , Kindling the Sulphur , till the Fewel spent The Cave is cool'd , and the fierce Winds relent . Or whether Sulphur , catching Fire , feeds on Its unctuous Parts , till all the Matter gone , The ...
... Fire , thus toss'd in Air , collide , Kindling the Sulphur , till the Fewel spent The Cave is cool'd , and the fierce Winds relent . Or whether Sulphur , catching Fire , feeds on Its unctuous Parts , till all the Matter gone , The ...
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ASTREA REDUX A POEM ON THE HAPPY RESTORATION AND RETURN OF | 6 |
TO HIS SACRED MAJESTY A PANEGYRICK ON HIS CORONATION | 12 |
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplisht Young Lady Mrs Anne Killigrew | 37 |
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ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL Achitophel agen Amyntas Arms bear Beauty behold betwixt Blessing Blood Breast call'd Charms Chaucer Church cou'd Coursers Crimes Crowd Crown dare Death design'd Dryden e're editors EPILOGUE Ev'n ev'ry Eyes Face fair Faith Fame Fate Father fear Fight Fire Flames Foes Fool forc'd Friend Gods Grace Hand happy hast Head Heart Heav'n Honour Int'rest Jebusites JOHN DRYDEN Jove kind King Laws liv'd live Lord lov'd Love Lucretius mighty Mind Muse Name never Night Numbers Nymph o'er o're once Ovid Pain Panther Peace Persius plain Play pleas'd Poem Poet Pow'r Praise Pray'r Prince PROLOGUE publick Race Rage rais'd receiv'd Reign rest Sacred Satyr seem'd shou'd sight Soul stood sweet Text thee Theseus thou thought true try'd Twas TYRANNICK LOVE Verse Vertues Virgil Wife Winds words wou'd wrongly give Youth