The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... sure to those the Rebel would not yield , Squadrons of Texts he marshal'd in the field ; That was but civil war , an equal set , 160 Where Piles with piles , and Eagles Eagles met . With Texts point - blank and plain he fac'd the Foe ...
... sure to those the Rebel would not yield , Squadrons of Texts he marshal'd in the field ; That was but civil war , an equal set , 160 Where Piles with piles , and Eagles Eagles met . With Texts point - blank and plain he fac'd the Foe ...
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... sure is Sacred to You , not only plead the Pardon of my many Faults , but gain me Your Protection , which is ambitiously sought by , MY LORD , Your Lordship's ELEONORA : A PANEGYRICAL POEM . Dedicated to the | MEMORY | OF THE | Late ...
... sure is Sacred to You , not only plead the Pardon of my many Faults , but gain me Your Protection , which is ambitiously sought by , MY LORD , Your Lordship's ELEONORA : A PANEGYRICAL POEM . Dedicated to the | MEMORY | OF THE | Late ...
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... sure Cards at time of need . ) PROLOGUE . Spoken by MR . HART . POETS , your Subjects , have their Parts assign'd , T'unbend and to divert their Sov'reign's Mind : When , tyr'd with following Nature , you think fit To seek repose in the ...
... sure Cards at time of need . ) PROLOGUE . Spoken by MR . HART . POETS , your Subjects , have their Parts assign'd , T'unbend and to divert their Sov'reign's Mind : When , tyr'd with following Nature , you think fit To seek repose in the ...
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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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Amyntas Arcite Arms Baucis and Philemon Beauty behold betwixt Blood Breast call'd Chaucer Christie Cinyras cou'd Coursers Crime cry'd Dame dare Death design'd Dryden dy'd e'er e're editors wrongly give Ev'n ev'ry Eyes Face fair Fame Fate Father fear Fight Fire Flames Fools forc'd Fortune Friend Gods Grace Hand happy hast Heart Heav'n Honour JOHN DRYDEN Jove kind King Ladies liv'd live Lord lov'd Love Lovers Lucretius Maid Mind mortal Muse Name never Night Numbers Nymph o'er o're once Ovid Pain Palamon Persius plac'd Plain Play pleas'd Pleasure Poem Poet Pow'r Praise Pray'r Prince publick Queen rais'd receiv'd rest sacred Satyr seem'd shou'd Sight Soul stood sweet Tears Text Thebes thee Theocritus Theseus thou thought Translation turn'd Twas TYRANNICK LOVE Verse Vertue Virgil Wife Wind Words wou'd Youth ΙΟ