The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... mean when it comes to my turn , and after my betters ; for ' tis a madness to be sober alone , while the Nation continues Drunk :) but that saying of their Father Cres is still running in my head , that they may be dispens'd with in ...
... mean when it comes to my turn , and after my betters ; for ' tis a madness to be sober alone , while the Nation continues Drunk :) but that saying of their Father Cres is still running in my head , that they may be dispens'd with in ...
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... mean that defence of my self , to which every honest man is bound , when he is injuriously attacqu'd in Print : and I refer my Self to the judgment of those who have read the Answer to the Defence of the late Kings Papers , and that of ...
... mean that defence of my self , to which every honest man is bound , when he is injuriously attacqu'd in Print : and I refer my Self to the judgment of those who have read the Answer to the Defence of the late Kings Papers , and that of ...
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... means , he means no more . Well , said the Panther , I believe him just , And yet- And yet , ' tis but because you ... mean Expedients try : The noble Mind will dare do anything but lye . False friends , ( his deadliest foes , ) could ...
... means , he means no more . Well , said the Panther , I believe him just , And yet- And yet , ' tis but because you ... mean Expedients try : The noble Mind will dare do anything but lye . False friends , ( his deadliest foes , ) could ...
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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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