The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... Turn to Mary bone . If not , I swear we'll pull up all our Benches ; Not for your Sakes , but for our Orange- wenches : 10 For you thrust wide sometimes , and many a Spark , That misses one , can hit the other Mark . This makes our ...
... Turn to Mary bone . If not , I swear we'll pull up all our Benches ; Not for your Sakes , but for our Orange- wenches : 10 For you thrust wide sometimes , and many a Spark , That misses one , can hit the other Mark . This makes our ...
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... turn'd , and push'd him backward on the Ground . His Buckler held him under , while he press'd With both his Knees above , his panting Breast ; Unlac'd his Helm : About his Chin the Twist He ty'd ; and soon the strangled Soul dismiss'd ...
... turn'd , and push'd him backward on the Ground . His Buckler held him under , while he press'd With both his Knees above , his panting Breast ; Unlac'd his Helm : About his Chin the Twist He ty'd ; and soon the strangled Soul dismiss'd ...
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... turn'd ; and sweeter to the taste Than swelling Grapes , that to the Vintage haste : More clear than Ice , or running Streams , that stray Through Garden Plots , but ah more swift than they . 80 Yet , Galatea , harder to be broke Than ...
... turn'd ; and sweeter to the taste Than swelling Grapes , that to the Vintage haste : More clear than Ice , or running Streams , that stray Through Garden Plots , but ah more swift than they . 80 Yet , Galatea , harder to be broke Than ...
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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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