The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... thou know'st not , thou art wreck'd at home ! No more shalt thou behold thy Sister's Face , Thou hast already had her last Embrace . But look aloft , and if thou ken'st from far , Among the Pleiad's , a New - kindl❜d star , If any ...
... thou know'st not , thou art wreck'd at home ! No more shalt thou behold thy Sister's Face , Thou hast already had her last Embrace . But look aloft , and if thou ken'st from far , Among the Pleiad's , a New - kindl❜d star , If any ...
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... thou cry'st , ah ! miserable me ; One woful day sweeps children , friends , and wife , And all the brittle blessings of my life ! Add one thing more , and all thou say'st is true ; Thy want and wish of them is vanish'd too : Which ...
... thou cry'st , ah ! miserable me ; One woful day sweeps children , friends , and wife , And all the brittle blessings of my life ! Add one thing more , and all thou say'st is true ; Thy want and wish of them is vanish'd too : Which ...
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... Thou hast not strength such Labours to sustain : Drink Hellebore , my Boy , drink deep , and purge thy brain . What aim'st thou at , and whither tends thy Care , In what thy utmost Good ? Delicious Fare ; And , then , to Sun thy self in ...
... Thou hast not strength such Labours to sustain : Drink Hellebore , my Boy , drink deep , and purge thy brain . What aim'st thou at , and whither tends thy Care , In what thy utmost Good ? Delicious Fare ; And , then , to Sun thy self in ...
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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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