The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... rais'd up his Head ; As awak'd from the Dead , And amaz'd , he stares around . Revenge , revenge , Timotheus cries , See the Furies arise ! See the Snakes that they rear , How they hiss in their Hair , 130 And the Sparkles that flash ...
... rais'd up his Head ; As awak'd from the Dead , And amaz'd , he stares around . Revenge , revenge , Timotheus cries , See the Furies arise ! See the Snakes that they rear , How they hiss in their Hair , 130 And the Sparkles that flash ...
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... rais'd from Fools ! Mean time poor Wit prohibited must lye , As if ' twere made some French Commodity . Fools you will have , and rais'd at vast expence , And yet as soon as seen , they give offence . Time was , when none wou'd cry that ...
... rais'd from Fools ! Mean time poor Wit prohibited must lye , As if ' twere made some French Commodity . Fools you will have , and rais'd at vast expence , And yet as soon as seen , they give offence . Time was , when none wou'd cry that ...
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... rais'd ; Among his Menial Servants first enroll'd , 601 And largely entertain'd with Sums of Gold : Besides what secretly from Thebes was sent , Of his own Income , and his Annual Rent . This well employ'd , he purchas'd Friends and ...
... rais'd ; Among his Menial Servants first enroll'd , 601 And largely entertain'd with Sums of Gold : Besides what secretly from Thebes was sent , Of his own Income , and his Annual Rent . This well employ'd , he purchas'd Friends 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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