The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... common Cost . And therefore where I left , I will pursue This ancient Story , whether false or true , In hope it may be mended with a new . The Prince I mention'd , full of high Renown , In this Array drew near th ' Athenian Town ; When ...
... common Cost . And therefore where I left , I will pursue This ancient Story , whether false or true , In hope it may be mended with a new . The Prince I mention'd , full of high Renown , In this Array drew near th ' Athenian Town ; When ...
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... Common Good of both ? One Soul shou'd both inspire , and neither prove His Fellows Hindrance in pursuit of Love ? To this before the Gods we gave our Hands , And nothing but our Death can break the Bands . This binds thee , then , to ...
... Common Good of both ? One Soul shou'd both inspire , and neither prove His Fellows Hindrance in pursuit of Love ? To this before the Gods we gave our Hands , And nothing but our Death can break the Bands . This binds thee , then , to ...
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... common Priviledges of a Roman Citizen . 13 The Master , who intended to infranchise a Slave , carried him before the City Prætor , and turn'd him round , using these words , I will that this Man be free . 14 Slaves had only one Name ...
... common Priviledges of a Roman Citizen . 13 The Master , who intended to infranchise a Slave , carried him before the City Prætor , and turn'd him round , using these words , I will that this Man be free . 14 Slaves had only one Name ...
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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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