The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... Muse ; But knock the Poet down , and , with a Grace , Mount Pegasus before the Owner's Face . Faith , if you have such Country Toms abroad , ' Tis time for all true Men to leave that Road . Yet it were modest , could it but be said ...
... Muse ; But knock the Poet down , and , with a Grace , Mount Pegasus before the Owner's Face . Faith , if you have such Country Toms abroad , ' Tis time for all true Men to leave that Road . Yet it were modest , could it but be said ...
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... Muses and the Graces are the Ornaments of your Family . While the Muse sings , the Grace accompanies her Voice : even the Servants of the Muses have sometimes had the Happiness to hear her ; and to receive their Inspirations 2c from her ...
... Muses and the Graces are the Ornaments of your Family . While the Muse sings , the Grace accompanies her Voice : even the Servants of the Muses have sometimes had the Happiness to hear her ; and to receive their Inspirations 2c from her ...
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... Muse employ , I want a Mistress or a Blooming Boy . Thus I complain'd : his Bow the Stripling bent , And chose an Arrow fit for his Intent . The Shaft his purpose fatally pursues ; Now , Poet , there's a Subject for thy Muse . He said ...
... Muse employ , I want a Mistress or a Blooming Boy . Thus I complain'd : his Bow the Stripling bent , And chose an Arrow fit for his Intent . The Shaft his purpose fatally pursues ; Now , Poet , there's a Subject for thy Muse . He said ...
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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