The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... hast commenc'd , betimes , a saint : go THou hast inspired me with thy soul , and I , And , making heaven thy aim , hast had the Who ne're before could ken of poetry , Am grown so good proficient I can lend A line in commendation of my ...
... hast commenc'd , betimes , a saint : go THou hast inspired me with thy soul , and I , And , making heaven thy aim , hast had the Who ne're before could ken of poetry , Am grown so good proficient I can lend A line in commendation of my ...
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... hast enjoy'd , if thou hast known to live , And Pleasure not leak'd through thee like a Seive , Why dost thou not give thanks as at a plenteous feast , 130 Cram'd to the throat with life , and rise and take thy rest ? But if my ...
... hast enjoy'd , if thou hast known to live , And Pleasure not leak'd through thee like a Seive , Why dost thou not give thanks as at a plenteous feast , 130 Cram'd to the throat with life , and rise and take thy rest ? But if my ...
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... hast outliv'd content ! Dost thou complain , who hast enjoy'd my store ? But fear of Chance on earth disturbs our easie hours , Or vain imagin'd wrath of vain imagin'd Pow'rs . No Tityus torn by Vultures lies in Hell ; Nor cou'd the ...
... hast outliv'd content ! Dost thou complain , who hast enjoy'd my store ? But fear of Chance on earth disturbs our easie hours , Or vain imagin'd wrath of vain imagin'd Pow'rs . No Tityus torn by Vultures lies in Hell ; Nor cou'd the ...
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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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