The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... Play is English , and the growth your own ; As such it yields to English Plays alone . He could have wish'd it better for your Sakes , But that in Plays he finds you love Mis- takes : Besides , he thought it was in vain to mend What you ...
... Play is English , and the growth your own ; As such it yields to English Plays alone . He could have wish'd it better for your Sakes , But that in Plays he finds you love Mis- takes : Besides , he thought it was in vain to mend What you ...
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... Play . 4 9 Plays are like Towns , which , howe're fortifi'd By Engineers , have still some weaker side , By the o'reseen Defendant unespy'd . 5 And with that Art you make approaches now ; Such skilful fury in Assaults you show , That ...
... Play . 4 9 Plays are like Towns , which , howe're fortifi'd By Engineers , have still some weaker side , By the o'reseen Defendant unespy'd . 5 And with that Art you make approaches now ; Such skilful fury in Assaults you show , That ...
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... Play is like to come on , without a Frontispiece ; as bald as one of you young Beaux without your Perriwig . I left our young Poet sniveling and sobbing behind the Scenes , and cursing somebody that has deceiv'd him . Enter Mr. BoWEN ...
... Play is like to come on , without a Frontispiece ; as bald as one of you young Beaux without your Perriwig . I left our young Poet sniveling and sobbing behind the Scenes , and cursing somebody that has deceiv'd him . Enter Mr. BoWEN ...
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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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