The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... true , Where Out - lines false , and Colours seem too faint , Where Bunglers dawb , and where true Poets Paint . But by the sacred Genius of this Place , By every Muse , by each Domestick Grace , Be kind to Wit , which but endeavours ...
... true , Where Out - lines false , and Colours seem too faint , Where Bunglers dawb , and where true Poets Paint . But by the sacred Genius of this Place , By every Muse , by each Domestick Grace , Be kind to Wit , which but endeavours ...
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... true Zeal the Sons of God did call , To make their solemn show at Heaven's White - hall , 21 The fawning Devil appear'd among the rest And made as good a Courtier as the best . more . Yet , late Repentance may perhaps be true ; Kings ...
... true Zeal the Sons of God did call , To make their solemn show at Heaven's White - hall , 21 The fawning Devil appear'd among the rest And made as good a Courtier as the best . more . Yet , late Repentance may perhaps be true ; Kings ...
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... true hearts your Triumphs ring , And next ( for fashion ) cry , God save the King . 40 A needful Cry in midst of such Alarms , When Forty thousand Men are up in Arms . But after he's once sav'd , to make amends , ) In each succeeding ...
... true hearts your Triumphs ring , And next ( for fashion ) cry , God save the King . 40 A needful Cry in midst of such Alarms , When Forty thousand Men are up in Arms . But after he's once sav'd , to make amends , ) In each succeeding ...
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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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