The Poems of John DrydenH. Milford, 1945 - 606 páginas |
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... Heav'n - born Mind ! Thou hast no Dross to purge from thy Rich Ore : Nor can thy Soul a fairer Mansion find Than was the Beauteous Frame she left behind : Return , to fill or mend the Quire of thy Celestial kind . 3 May we presume to ...
... Heav'n - born Mind ! Thou hast no Dross to purge from thy Rich Ore : Nor can thy Soul a fairer Mansion find Than was the Beauteous Frame she left behind : Return , to fill or mend the Quire of thy Celestial kind . 3 May we presume to ...
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... Heav'n appear In its best work of Mercy , think it there , Where all the deeds of Charity and Love 60 Were in as constant Method , as above , All carry'd on ; all of a piece with theirs As free her Alms , as diligent her cares ; As loud ...
... Heav'n appear In its best work of Mercy , think it there , Where all the deeds of Charity and Love 60 Were in as constant Method , as above , All carry'd on ; all of a piece with theirs As free her Alms , as diligent her cares ; As loud ...
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... Heav'n not otherwise ordain , Safe in thy hollow Ships thou shou'd'st remain ; Nor ever tempt the fatal Field again . But now thy Planet sheds his pois'nous Rays : And short , and full of Sorrow are thy Days . For what remains , to Heav'n ...
... Heav'n not otherwise ordain , Safe in thy hollow Ships thou shou'd'st remain ; Nor ever tempt the fatal Field again . But now thy Planet sheds his pois'nous Rays : And short , and full of Sorrow are thy Days . For what remains , to Heav'n ...
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ASTREA REDUX A POEM ON THE HAPPY RESTORATION AND RETURN OF | 7 |
THE SECOND PART OF ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL | 14 |
5 | 25 |
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