The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... Love , which I Much ratherthan release , would chuse to die ? But thou , false Arcite , never shalt obtain , Thy bad Pretence ; I told thee first my Pain : For first my Love began e'er thine was born ; Thou , as my Council , and my ...
... Love , which I Much ratherthan release , would chuse to die ? But thou , false Arcite , never shalt obtain , Thy bad Pretence ; I told thee first my Pain : For first my Love began e'er thine was born ; Thou , as my Council , and my ...
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... Love and I do more ? Shepherd . Think it's Love beyond all Measure , Makes me faint away with Pleasure ; Strength of Cordial may destroy , And the Blessing of possessing Kills me with Excess of Joy . ΙΟ Shepherdess . Thirsis , how can I ...
... Love and I do more ? Shepherd . Think it's Love beyond all Measure , Makes me faint away with Pleasure ; Strength of Cordial may destroy , And the Blessing of possessing Kills me with Excess of Joy . ΙΟ Shepherdess . Thirsis , how can I ...
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... Love too soon . If you desire to gain me , your Suff'rings to redress ; Prepare to love me longer , And longer yet , and longer , Before you shall possess . III Thyrsis . The little Care you show , Of all my Sorrows past , Makes Death ...
... Love too soon . If you desire to gain me , your Suff'rings to redress ; Prepare to love me longer , And longer yet , and longer , Before you shall possess . III Thyrsis . The little Care you show , Of all my Sorrows past , Makes Death ...
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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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