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 Then , in some close - pent Room it crept along , And , smouldring as it went , in silence fed ; Till ...
... Fire their fatal Birth disclose ; And first , few scatt'ring Sparks about were blown , Big with the flames that to our Ruin rose . 218 Then , in some close - pent Room it crept along , And , smouldring as it went , in silence fed ; Till ...
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... Fire , mean time walks in a broader gross ; To either hand his Wings he opens wide : He wades the Streets , and streight he reaches cross , And plays his longing Flames on th ' other side . 234 At first they warm , then scorch , and ...
... Fire , mean time walks in a broader gross ; To either hand his Wings he opens wide : He wades the Streets , and streight he reaches cross , And plays his longing Flames on th ' other side . 234 At first they warm , then scorch , and ...
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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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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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