The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... Gods Immortal Hatred nurst : An Impious , Arrogant , and Cruel Brood ; Expressing their Original from Blood . Which when the King of Gods beheld from high 210 ( Withal revolving in his Memory , What he himself had found on Earth of late ...
... Gods Immortal Hatred nurst : An Impious , Arrogant , and Cruel Brood ; Expressing their Original from Blood . Which when the King of Gods beheld from high 210 ( Withal revolving in his Memory , What he himself had found on Earth of late ...
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... Gods behind . Touch not those Gods , by whom thou art forsworn , Who will in impious Hands no more be born . Thy Sacrilegious worship they disdain , And rather wou'd the Grecian fires sustain . Perhaps my greatest Shame is still to come ...
... Gods behind . Touch not those Gods , by whom thou art forsworn , Who will in impious Hands no more be born . Thy Sacrilegious worship they disdain , And rather wou'd the Grecian fires sustain . Perhaps my greatest Shame is still to come ...
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... Gods I come , A 11 Cake , thus giv'n , is worth a Hecatomb . The End of the Second Satyr . But tell me , Priest , if I may be so bold , What are the Gods the better for this Gold ? NOTES TO THE SECOND SATYR . 1 White Stone . The Romans ...
... Gods I come , A 11 Cake , thus giv'n , is worth a Hecatomb . The End of the Second Satyr . But tell me , Priest , if I may be so bold , What are the Gods the better for this Gold ? NOTES TO THE SECOND SATYR . 1 White Stone . The Romans ...
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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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