The Poems of John DrydenH. Milford, 1945 - 606 páginas |
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... Play is English , and the growth your own ; As such it yields to English Plays alone . He could have wish'd it better for your Sakes , But that in Plays he finds you love Mis- takes : Besides , he thought it was in vain to mend What you ...
... Play is English , and the growth your own ; As such it yields to English Plays alone . He could have wish'd it better for your Sakes , But that in Plays he finds you love Mis- takes : Besides , he thought it was in vain to mend What you ...
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... Play . 4 9 Plays are like Towns , which , howe're fortifi'd By Engineers , have still some weaker side , By the o'reseen Defendant unespy'd . 5 And with that Art you make approaches now ; Such skilful fury in Assaults you show , That ...
... Play . 4 9 Plays are like Towns , which , howe're fortifi'd By Engineers , have still some weaker side , By the o'reseen Defendant unespy'd . 5 And with that Art you make approaches now ; Such skilful fury in Assaults you show , That ...
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... Play - house down , ' Tis the most desart place of all the Town : We and our Neighbours , to speak proudly , are Like Monarchs , ruin'd with expensive War ; While , like wise English , unconcern'd you sit , And see us play the Tragedy ...
... Play - house down , ' Tis the most desart place of all the Town : We and our Neighbours , to speak proudly , are Like Monarchs , ruin'd with expensive War ; While , like wise English , unconcern'd you sit , And see us play the Tragedy ...
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ASTRÆEA REDUX A POEM ON THE HAPPY RESTORATION AND RETURN OF | 7 |
I | 18 |
5 | 25 |
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