The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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Página 213
... Poet , damn'd dull Poet , who could prove So senseless , to make Nelly dye for Love ! Nay , what's yet worse , to kill me in the prime Of Easter - term , in Tart and Cheese - cake time ! 20 I'le fit the Fopp ; for I'le not one word say ...
... Poet , damn'd dull Poet , who could prove So senseless , to make Nelly dye for Love ! Nay , what's yet worse , to kill me in the prime Of Easter - term , in Tart and Cheese - cake time ! 20 I'le fit the Fopp ; for I'le not one word say ...
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... Poet never knew , In hullibabilah de , and Chu , chu , chu ; But Marabarah sahem most did touch you ; That is , Oh how we love the Mamamouchi ! Grimace and habit sent you pleas'd away ; You damn'd the poet , and cried up the Play . This ...
... Poet never knew , In hullibabilah de , and Chu , chu , chu ; But Marabarah sahem most did touch you ; That is , Oh how we love the Mamamouchi ! Grimace and habit sent you pleas'd away ; You damn'd the poet , and cried up the Play . This ...
Página 273
... Poet , he seems to have some little Byas towards the Opinions of Wickliff , after John of Gaunt his Patron ; somewhat of which appears in the Tale of Piers Plowman : 10 Yet I cannot blame him for inveighing so sharply against the Vices ...
... Poet , he seems to have some little Byas towards the Opinions of Wickliff , after John of Gaunt his Patron ; somewhat of which appears in the Tale of Piers Plowman : 10 Yet I cannot blame him for inveighing so sharply against the Vices ...
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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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