The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... e're they toucht our Land . Welcome to Israel and to David's Breast ! Here all your Toils , here all your Suff'rings 1130 rest . This year did Ziloah Rule Jerusalem , And boldly all Sedition's Syrges stem , How e're incumbred with a ...
... e're they toucht our Land . Welcome to Israel and to David's Breast ! Here all your Toils , here all your Suff'rings 1130 rest . This year did Ziloah Rule Jerusalem , And boldly all Sedition's Syrges stem , How e're incumbred with a ...
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... e're you all disband , Some one would take my Bargain off my hand ; To keep a Punk is but a common evil ; To find her false , and Marry , -that's the Devil . Well , I ne're acted Part in all my life , But still I was fobb'd off with ...
... e're you all disband , Some one would take my Bargain off my hand ; To keep a Punk is but a common evil ; To find her false , and Marry , -that's the Devil . Well , I ne're acted Part in all my life , But still I was fobb'd off with ...
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... e're the first is out , the second stinks : And mouldy Mother gathers on the brinks . But , here , some Captain of the Land , or Fleet , Stout of his hands , but of a Souldiers Wit ; Cries , I have sense to serve my turn , in store ...
... e're the first is out , the second stinks : And mouldy Mother gathers on the brinks . But , here , some Captain of the Land , or Fleet , Stout of his hands , but of a Souldiers Wit ; Cries , I have sense to serve my turn , in store ...
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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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