The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... e'er scap't his Fate 210 Who saving his own Neck not sav'd the State ? From hence on ev'ry hum'urous Wind that veer'd With shifted Sayls a sev'ral Course you Steer'd . What Form of Sway did David e'er persue That seem'd like Absolute ...
... e'er scap't his Fate 210 Who saving his own Neck not sav'd the State ? From hence on ev'ry hum'urous Wind that veer'd With shifted Sayls a sev'ral Course you Steer'd . What Form of Sway did David e'er persue That seem'd like Absolute ...
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... e'er trod the Stage ; Yet Athens never knew your learned Sport Of tossing Poets in a Tennis - Court . But ' tis the Talent of our English Nation Still to be plotting some new Reformation ; And few years hence , if anarchy go on , Jack ...
... e'er trod the Stage ; Yet Athens never knew your learned Sport Of tossing Poets in a Tennis - Court . But ' tis the Talent of our English Nation Still to be plotting some new Reformation ; And few years hence , if anarchy go on , Jack ...
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... e'er believ'd the first . No wonder their own Plot no Plot they think , The Man that makes it never smells the Stink . And now it comes into my Head , I'll tell Why these damn'd Trimmers lov'd the Turks so well . The Original Trimmer ...
... e'er believ'd the first . No wonder their own Plot no Plot they think , The Man that makes it never smells the Stink . And now it comes into my Head , I'll tell Why these damn'd Trimmers lov'd the Turks so well . The Original Trimmer ...
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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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