The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... stand of other aid bereft , You to the twelve Apostles would be left . Your friend the Wolfe did with more craft provide To set those toys traditions quite aside : And Fathers too , unless when reason spent He cites ' em but sometimes ...
... stand of other aid bereft , You to the twelve Apostles would be left . Your friend the Wolfe did with more craft provide To set those toys traditions quite aside : And Fathers too , unless when reason spent He cites ' em but sometimes ...
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... stand , Because you seem crown - gen'ral of the land ; But soon against your superstitious lawn 411 Some Presbyterian Sabre wou'd be drawn : In your establish'd laws of sov'raignty The rest some fundamental flaw wou'd see , And call ...
... stand , Because you seem crown - gen'ral of the land ; But soon against your superstitious lawn 411 Some Presbyterian Sabre wou'd be drawn : In your establish'd laws of sov'raignty The rest some fundamental flaw wou'd see , And call ...
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... Stand , Sir , and deliver up your Muse ; But knock the Poet down , and , with a Grace , Mount Pegasus before the Owner's Face . Faith , if you have such Country Toms abroad , ' Tis time for all true Men to leave that Road . Yet it were ...
... Stand , Sir , and deliver up your Muse ; But knock the Poet down , and , with a Grace , Mount Pegasus before the Owner's Face . Faith , if you have such Country Toms abroad , ' Tis time for all true Men to leave that Road . Yet it were ...
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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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