The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... Night , His Beams he to his Royal Brother lent , And so shone still in his reflective Light . 254 Night came , but without darkness or repose , A dismal Picture of the gen'ral Doom ; Where Souls distracted when the Trumpet blows , And ...
... Night , His Beams he to his Royal Brother lent , And so shone still in his reflective Light . 254 Night came , but without darkness or repose , A dismal Picture of the gen'ral Doom ; Where Souls distracted when the Trumpet blows , And ...
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... Night , This Palamon from Prison took his flight : A pleasant Beverage he prepar'd before Of Wine and Honey mix'd , with added Store Of Opium ; to his Keeper this he brought , Who swallow'd unaware the sleepy Draught , And snor'd secure ...
... Night , This Palamon from Prison took his flight : A pleasant Beverage he prepar'd before Of Wine and Honey mix'd , with added Store Of Opium ; to his Keeper this he brought , Who swallow'd unaware the sleepy Draught , And snor'd secure ...
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... Night She said , Come quickly to my aid , And a poor Shamefac'd Maid Hide from her Lover . Now cold as Ice I am , now hot as Fire , I dare not tell my self my own desire ; But let Day fly away , and let Night haste her : Grant ye kind ...
... Night She said , Come quickly to my aid , And a poor Shamefac'd Maid Hide from her Lover . Now cold as Ice I am , now hot as Fire , I dare not tell my self my own desire ; But let Day fly away , and let Night haste her : Grant ye kind ...
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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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