The Poems of John DrydenH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1935 - 606 páginas |
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... wou'd be sold as fast as he cou'd bid . Tax those of int'rest who conform for gain , Or stay the market of another reign . Your broad - way sons wou'd never be too nice To close with Calvin , if he paid their price ; But , rais'd three ...
... wou'd be sold as fast as he cou'd bid . Tax those of int'rest who conform for gain , Or stay the market of another reign . Your broad - way sons wou'd never be too nice To close with Calvin , if he paid their price ; But , rais'd three ...
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... wou'd Kings maintain , Of Forty thousand five wou'd scarce remain . EPILOGUE . A Virgin Poet was serv'd up to day , Who till this Hour ne're cackl'd for a Play . He's neither yet a Whigg nor Tory - Boy , But , like a Girl , whom several wou ...
... wou'd Kings maintain , Of Forty thousand five wou'd scarce remain . EPILOGUE . A Virgin Poet was serv'd up to day , Who till this Hour ne're cackl'd for a Play . He's neither yet a Whigg nor Tory - Boy , But , like a Girl , whom several wou ...
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... wou'd be Great , so few be Good . For who wou'd Virtue for her self regard , Or Wed , without the Portion of Reward ? Yet this Mad Chace of Fame , by few pursu'd , Has drawn Destruction on the Multitude : This Avarice of Praise in Times ...
... wou'd be Great , so few be Good . For who wou'd Virtue for her self regard , Or Wed , without the Portion of Reward ? Yet this Mad Chace of Fame , by few pursu'd , Has drawn Destruction on the Multitude : This Avarice of Praise in Times ...
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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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