The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... shou'd not move , we only shou'd be tost . Nay , ev'n suppose when we have suffer'd Fate , The Soul cou'd feel , in her divided state , What's that to us ? for we are only we While Souls and Bodies in one frame agree . Nay , tho ...
... shou'd not move , we only shou'd be tost . Nay , ev'n suppose when we have suffer'd Fate , The Soul cou'd feel , in her divided state , What's that to us ? for we are only we While Souls and Bodies in one frame agree . Nay , tho ...
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... shou'd not suffer for your sakes alone ; Alone excluded from the Prize I gain'd , And by your common Suffrage have obtain'd The Slave without a Ransom shall be sent : It rests for you to make th ' Equivalent . 181 To this the fierce ...
... shou'd not suffer for your sakes alone ; Alone excluded from the Prize I gain'd , And by your common Suffrage have obtain'd The Slave without a Ransom shall be sent : It rests for you to make th ' Equivalent . 181 To this the fierce ...
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... Shou'd all the Wit of all the World conspire , Shou'd Dædalus assist my wild desire , What Art can make me able to enjoy , Or what can change Ianthe to a Boy ? Extinguish then thy passion , hopeless Maid , And recollect thy Reason for ...
... Shou'd all the Wit of all the World conspire , Shou'd Dædalus assist my wild desire , What Art can make me able to enjoy , Or what can change Ianthe to a Boy ? Extinguish then thy passion , hopeless Maid , And recollect thy Reason for ...
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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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