The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... ground , Where all your faith you did on Scripture found , Now , ' tis tradition joined with holy writ ; But thus your memory betrays your wit . No , said the Panther , for in that I view When your tradition's forg'd , and when ' tis ...
... ground , Where all your faith you did on Scripture found , Now , ' tis tradition joined with holy writ ; But thus your memory betrays your wit . No , said the Panther , for in that I view When your tradition's forg'd , and when ' tis ...
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... Ground . For Tusks with Indian Elephants he strove , And Jove's own Thunder from his Mouth he drove . He burns the Leaves ; the scorching Blast invades 30 The tender Corn , and shrivels up the Blades : Or suff'ring not their yellow ...
... Ground . For Tusks with Indian Elephants he strove , And Jove's own Thunder from his Mouth he drove . He burns the Leaves ; the scorching Blast invades 30 The tender Corn , and shrivels up the Blades : Or suff'ring not their yellow ...
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... Ground , Better to pass him o'er , than to relate The. Harmless return'd : A bloody Mark appear'd , Which with false Joy the flatter'd Hero chear'd . Wound there was none ; the Blood that was in view , The Lance before from slain Menates ...
... Ground , Better to pass him o'er , than to relate The. Harmless return'd : A bloody Mark appear'd , Which with false Joy the flatter'd Hero chear'd . Wound there was none ; the Blood that was in view , The Lance before from slain Menates ...
Contenido
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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