The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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John Dryden John Sargeaunt. corrupting it . The word ' berry ' does not mean a burrow , but a collection of burrows or warren . It still has that sense in Dryden's own county , and in this place is a much more appro- priate word . This ...
John Dryden John Sargeaunt. corrupting it . The word ' berry ' does not mean a burrow , but a collection of burrows or warren . It still has that sense in Dryden's own county , and in this place is a much more appro- priate word . This ...
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John Dryden John Sargeaunt. mistook , like some good people of our own times , the mark of accent for a mark of stress . Like a modern Greek , and unlike an ancient Greek , he made no difference in pronunciation between εὕρεκα and ηὕρηκα ...
John Dryden John Sargeaunt. mistook , like some good people of our own times , the mark of accent for a mark of stress . Like a modern Greek , and unlike an ancient Greek , he made no difference in pronunciation between εὕρεκα and ηὕρηκα ...
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John Dryden John Sargeaunt. his editors for the same reason have failed to correct him . There is an ugly and glaring example in his quotation of the first line of the Iliad . He wrote μýviv , and μývv it is in all the editions . He ...
John Dryden John Sargeaunt. his editors for the same reason have failed to correct him . There is an ugly and glaring example in his quotation of the first line of the Iliad . He wrote μýviv , and μývv it is in all the editions . He ...
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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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