The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... Light A Blessing sent you in your own Despight . The Manna falls , yet that Coelestial Bread Like Jews you munch , and murmure while you feed . May not your Fortune be like theirs , Exil'd , Yet forty Years to wander in the Wild : Or if ...
... Light A Blessing sent you in your own Despight . The Manna falls , yet that Coelestial Bread Like Jews you munch , and murmure while you feed . May not your Fortune be like theirs , Exil'd , Yet forty Years to wander in the Wild : Or if ...
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... Light ; Yet , when we walk , they shoot before the Sight , With us approach , retire , arise , and fall , Nothing ... Light was known , no bounds 41 of Art ; When Light was there , it knew not to depart , But glaring on remoter Objects ...
... Light ; Yet , when we walk , they shoot before the Sight , With us approach , retire , arise , and fall , Nothing ... Light was known , no bounds 41 of Art ; When Light was there , it knew not to depart , But glaring on remoter Objects ...
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... Light : Darkness and Tempest make a double Night . But flashing Fires disclose the Deep by turns , And while the Light'nings blaze , the Water burns . 160 147 Cov'ring ] The English editors give cover- ings Now all the Waves their ...
... Light : Darkness and Tempest make a double Night . But flashing Fires disclose the Deep by turns , And while the Light'nings blaze , the Water burns . 160 147 Cov'ring ] The English editors give cover- ings Now all the Waves their ...
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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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