The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... judge the success of a new play , called the Wild Gallant . 2 Astrol . Who must judge of it , we or these gentlemen ? We'll not meddle with it ; so tell your poet . Here are , in this House , the ablest Mathematicians in Europe for his ...
... judge the success of a new play , called the Wild Gallant . 2 Astrol . Who must judge of it , we or these gentlemen ? We'll not meddle with it ; so tell your poet . Here are , in this House , the ablest Mathematicians in Europe for his ...
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... judge each Act and Scene . But if you bid him chuse his Judges , then He boldly names true English Gentlemen ; For he ne'r thought a handsome Garb or Dress So greata Crime to make their Judgment less ; And with these Gallants he these ...
... judge each Act and Scene . But if you bid him chuse his Judges , then He boldly names true English Gentlemen ; For he ne'r thought a handsome Garb or Dress So greata Crime to make their Judgment less ; And with these Gallants he these ...
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... Judge then , if we who act and they who write Shou'd not be proud of giving you delight . London likes grosly ; but this nicer Pit Examines , fathoms , all the Depths of Wit ; Knows what shou'd justly please , and what shou'd not . 20 ...
... Judge then , if we who act and they who write Shou'd not be proud of giving you delight . London likes grosly ; but this nicer Pit Examines , fathoms , all the Depths of Wit ; Knows what shou'd justly please , and what shou'd not . 20 ...
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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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