The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... cry'd out Murther with a yelling Note . My murther'd Fellow in this Cart lies dead , Vengeance and Justice on the Villain's Head . You , Magistrates , who sacred Laws dispense , On you I call to punish this Offence . The Word thus giv'n ...
... cry'd out Murther with a yelling Note . My murther'd Fellow in this Cart lies dead , Vengeance and Justice on the Villain's Head . You , Magistrates , who sacred Laws dispense , On you I call to punish this Offence . The Word thus giv'n ...
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... cry'd , And fear'd a Persecution might betide , Full twenty Mile from Town their Voyage take , Obscure in Rushes of the liquid Lake . The Geese fly o'er the Barn ; the Bees in Arms , 740 Drive headlong from their Waxen Cells in Swarms ...
... cry'd , And fear'd a Persecution might betide , Full twenty Mile from Town their Voyage take , Obscure in Rushes of the liquid Lake . The Geese fly o'er the Barn ; the Bees in Arms , 740 Drive headlong from their Waxen Cells in Swarms ...
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... cry'd , thy brutal Breast , To wrong Perithous , and not him alone , But , while I live , two Friends conjoyn'd in one ? To justify his Threat , he thrusts aside The Crowd of Centaurs ; and redeems the Bride : The Monster nought replied ...
... cry'd , thy brutal Breast , To wrong Perithous , and not him alone , But , while I live , two Friends conjoyn'd in one ? To justify his Threat , he thrusts aside The Crowd of Centaurs ; and redeems the Bride : The Monster nought replied ...
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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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