The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... mortal author's gone . Will it be believed that the English editors print immortal instead of mortal ' ? Since the English editors have ignored Dryden's own texts , it can hardly be expected that they should have consulted the ...
... mortal author's gone . Will it be believed that the English editors print immortal instead of mortal ' ? Since the English editors have ignored Dryden's own texts , it can hardly be expected that they should have consulted the ...
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... mortal Foe : ' Tis in my Pow'r , and I their deadly. And some one Day , some wondrous Chance appears , Which happen'd not in Centuries of Years : For sure , whate'er we Mortals hate or love , Or hope , or fear , depends on Pow'rs above ...
... mortal Foe : ' Tis in my Pow'r , and I their deadly. And some one Day , some wondrous Chance appears , Which happen'd not in Centuries of Years : For sure , whate'er we Mortals hate or love , Or hope , or fear , depends on Pow'rs above ...
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... mortal Body when unty'd , Unseen , unheard , shall hover at your Side ; Nor fright you waking , nor your Sleep offend , But wait officious , and your Steps attend . How I have lov'd , excuse my faltring Tongue , My Spirit's feeble , and ...
... mortal Body when unty'd , Unseen , unheard , shall hover at your Side ; Nor fright you waking , nor your Sleep offend , But wait officious , and your Steps attend . How I have lov'd , excuse my faltring Tongue , My Spirit's feeble , and ...
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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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