The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... twas try'd and found a Masterpiece . XVII As after Numa's peaceful Reign The Martial Ancus did. Oh never let their Lays his Name forget ! The Pension of a Prince's Praise is great . Live then , thou great Encourager of Arts , Live ever ...
... twas try'd and found a Masterpiece . XVII As after Numa's peaceful Reign The Martial Ancus did. Oh never let their Lays his Name forget ! The Pension of a Prince's Praise is great . Live then , thou great Encourager of Arts , Live ever ...
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... Twas at a Feast , and ev'ry Inn so full , That no void Room in Chamber , or on Ground , And but one sorry Bed was to be found , And that so little it would hold but one , Though till this Hour they never lay alone . So were they forc'd ...
... Twas at a Feast , and ev'ry Inn so full , That no void Room in Chamber , or on Ground , And but one sorry Bed was to be found , And that so little it would hold but one , Though till this Hour they never lay alone . So were they forc'd ...
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... Twas Morning ; to the Port she takes her way , And stands upon the Margin of the Sea : That Place , that very Spot of Ground she sought , Or thither by her Destiny was brought ; 440 Where last he stood : And while she sadlyy said ' Twas ...
... Twas Morning ; to the Port she takes her way , And stands upon the Margin of the Sea : That Place , that very Spot of Ground she sought , Or thither by her Destiny was brought ; 440 Where last he stood : And while she sadlyy said ' Twas ...
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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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