The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... race 160 Appear with belly Gaunt and famish'd face : Never was so deform'd a beast of Grace . His ragged tail betwixt his leggs he wears Close clap'd for shame , but his rough crest he rears , And pricks up his predestinating ears . His ...
... race 160 Appear with belly Gaunt and famish'd face : Never was so deform'd a beast of Grace . His ragged tail betwixt his leggs he wears Close clap'd for shame , but his rough crest he rears , And pricks up his predestinating ears . His ...
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... Race . 10 We must not , dare not think , that Heav'n began A Child , and cou'd not finish him a Man : Reflecting what a mighty Store was laid Of rich Materials , and a Model made : The Cost already furnished ; so bestow'd , As more was ...
... Race . 10 We must not , dare not think , that Heav'n began A Child , and cou'd not finish him a Man : Reflecting what a mighty Store was laid Of rich Materials , and a Model made : The Cost already furnished ; so bestow'd , As more was ...
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... Race , That never Knight was match'd with such Disgrace . What wonder , Madam , if I move my Side , When , if I turn , I turn to such a Bride ? 371 And is this all that troubles you so sore ! And what the Devil cou'dst thou wish me more ...
... Race , That never Knight was match'd with such Disgrace . What wonder , Madam , if I move my Side , When , if I turn , I turn to such a Bride ? 371 And is this all that troubles you so sore ! And what the Devil cou'dst thou wish me more ...
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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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