The Poems of John DrydenOxford University Press, 1910 - 606 páginas Oxford edition. The facsimiles are reproductions of title pages of earlier editions. |
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... Heav'n alone , For he was great , e'er Fortune made him so ; And Wars , like Mists that rise against the Sun , Made him but greater seem , not greater grow . 7 No borrow'd Bays his Temples did adorn , But to our Crown he did fresh ...
... Heav'n alone , For he was great , e'er Fortune made him so ; And Wars , like Mists that rise against the Sun , Made him but greater seem , not greater grow . 7 No borrow'd Bays his Temples did adorn , But to our Crown he did fresh ...
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... Heav'n had crost , And all at Worc'ster but the honour lost , Forc'd into exile from his rightful Throne , He made all Countries where he came his own , And viewing Monarchs secret Arts of sway A Royal Factor for their Kingdoms lay ...
... Heav'n had crost , And all at Worc'ster but the honour lost , Forc'd into exile from his rightful Throne , He made all Countries where he came his own , And viewing Monarchs secret Arts of sway A Royal Factor for their Kingdoms lay ...
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... Heav'n would wink , While to excess on Martyrs Tombs they drink . And as devouter Turks first warn their Souls To part , before they taste forbidden Bowls , So these when their black Crimes they went about , First timely charm'd their ...
... Heav'n would wink , While to excess on Martyrs Tombs they drink . And as devouter Turks first warn their Souls To part , before they taste forbidden Bowls , So these when their black Crimes they went about , First timely charm'd their ...
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... Heav'n , of old , dispenc'd Coelestial dew , You gave us Manna and still give us new . Now our sad ruines are remov'd from sight , The Season too comes fraught with new delight ; Time seems not now beneath his years to stoop , Nor doe ...
... Heav'n , of old , dispenc'd Coelestial dew , You gave us Manna and still give us new . Now our sad ruines are remov'd from sight , The Season too comes fraught with new delight ; Time seems not now beneath his years to stoop , Nor doe ...
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... Heav'n so rare a temper did provide That guilt repenting might in it confide Among our crimes oblivion may be set , But ' tis our Kings perfection to forget . Virtues unknown to these rough Northern climes From milder heav'ns you bring ...
... Heav'n so rare a temper did provide That guilt repenting might in it confide Among our crimes oblivion may be set , But ' tis our Kings perfection to forget . Virtues unknown to these rough Northern climes From milder heav'ns you bring ...
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