The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... Pray'r ; He recommends him to thy pious Care ; That Phoebus at thy Sute his Wrath may cease , And give the penitent Offenders Peace . He said , and gave her to her Father's Hands , 610 Who glad receiv'd her , free from servile Bands ...
... Pray'r ; He recommends him to thy pious Care ; That Phoebus at thy Sute his Wrath may cease , And give the penitent Offenders Peace . He said , and gave her to her Father's Hands , 610 Who glad receiv'd her , free from servile Bands ...
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... Pray'r , Names as a Charm against the Waves , and Wind ; Most in his Mouth , and ever in his Mind : Tir'd with his Toyl , all hopes of Safety past , From Pray'rs to Wishes he descends at last : That his dead Body , wafted to the Sands ...
... Pray'r , Names as a Charm against the Waves , and Wind ; Most in his Mouth , and ever in his Mind : Tir'd with his Toyl , all hopes of Safety past , From Pray'rs to Wishes he descends at last : That his dead Body , wafted to the Sands ...
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... Pray'r condemn'd by wicked men ? That , void of Care , he lolls supine in state , And leaves his Bus'ness to be done by Fate ? Because his Thunder splits some burly Tree , And is not darted at thy House and Thee ? Or that his Vengeance ...
... Pray'r condemn'd by wicked men ? That , void of Care , he lolls supine in state , And leaves his Bus'ness to be done by Fate ? Because his Thunder splits some burly Tree , And is not darted at thy House and Thee ? Or that his Vengeance ...
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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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