The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... lost , Forc'd into exile from his rightful Throne , He made all Countries where he came his own , And viewing Monarchs secret Arts of sway A Royal Factor for their Kingdoms lay . Thus banish'd David spent abroad his time , When to be ...
... lost , Forc'd into exile from his rightful Throne , He made all Countries where he came his own , And viewing Monarchs secret Arts of sway A Royal Factor for their Kingdoms lay . Thus banish'd David spent abroad his time , When to be ...
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... lost ; 310 So lost as Star - light is dissolv'd away , And melts into the brightness of the day , Or Gold about the Regal Diadem , Lost to improve the lustre of the Gem . What can we add to your Triumphant Day ? Let the Great Gift the ...
... lost ; 310 So lost as Star - light is dissolv'd away , And melts into the brightness of the day , Or Gold about the Regal Diadem , Lost to improve the lustre of the Gem . What can we add to your Triumphant Day ? Let the Great Gift the ...
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... lost | You , Fairest Nymph , are Waxe : Oh may its Hiew , To show twas n'ere it selfe but whilst in you , The virgin Waxe hath blush'd it selfe to red Since it with mee hath lost its Maydenhead . you bee As well in Softnesse as in ...
... lost | You , Fairest Nymph , are Waxe : Oh may its Hiew , To show twas n'ere it selfe but whilst in you , The virgin Waxe hath blush'd it selfe to red Since it with mee hath lost its Maydenhead . you bee As well in Softnesse as in ...
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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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