The Poems of John Dryden, Ed., with an Introduction and Textual NotesG. Cumberlege, Oxford University Press, 1948 - 606 sivua |
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... ground , Where all your faith you did on Scripture found , Now , ' tis tradition joined with holy writ ; But thus your memory betrays your wit . No , said the Panther , for in that I view When your tradition's forg'd , and when ' tis ...
... ground , Where all your faith you did on Scripture found , Now , ' tis tradition joined with holy writ ; But thus your memory betrays your wit . No , said the Panther , for in that I view When your tradition's forg'd , and when ' tis ...
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... Ground . For Tusks with Indian Elephants he strove , And Jove's own Thunder from his Mouth he drove . He burns the Leaves ; the scorching Blast invades 30 The tender Corn , and shrivels up the Blades : Or suff'ring not their yellow ...
... Ground . For Tusks with Indian Elephants he strove , And Jove's own Thunder from his Mouth he drove . He burns the Leaves ; the scorching Blast invades 30 The tender Corn , and shrivels up the Blades : Or suff'ring not their yellow ...
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... Ground , 180 And no Defence in his bor'd Arms is found . But on his Flesh , no Wound or Blood is seen ; The Sword it self is blunted on the Skin . This vain Attempt the Chief no longer bears ; But round his hollow Temples and his Ears ...
... Ground , 180 And no Defence in his bor'd Arms is found . But on his Flesh , no Wound or Blood is seen ; The Sword it self is blunted on the Skin . This vain Attempt the Chief no longer bears ; But round his hollow Temples and his Ears ...
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ASTRÆEA REDUX A POEM ON THE HAPPY RESTORATION AND RETURN OF | 7 |
TO MY LORD CHANCELLOR PRESENTED ON NEWYEARSDAY 1662 | 16 |
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ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL Arcite Arms bear Beauty behold betwixt Blood Breast call'd Chaucer Cinyras cou'd Coursers Crime cry'd dare Death design'd Dryden e'er e're Earth editors wrongly give EPILOGUE Ev'n ev'ry Eyes Face fair Fame Fate Father fear Fight Fire Flames Fool forc'd Fortune Friend Gods Grace Hand happy hast Head Heart Heav'n Honour Jebusites JOHN DRYDEN Jove kind King Laws Light liv'd live Lord lov'd Love Lucretius Maid mighty Mind Muse Name never Night Numbers Nymph o'er o're once Ovid Pain Palamon Persius plain Play pleas'd Poem Poet Pow'r Praise Pray'r Prince PROLOGUE publick Rage rais'd receiv'd rest sacred Satyr Seas seem'd shou'd Sight Soul stood sweet Tears Text thee Theocritus Theseus thou thought Translation try'd turn'd Twas TYRANNICK LOVE Verse Vertue Virgil Wife Winds words wou'd Youth