The Poems of John Dryden, Ed., with an Introduction and Textual NotesG. Cumberlege, Oxford University Press, 1948 - 606 sivua |
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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 ...
Sivu 207
... 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 ...
Sivu 255
... Play is like to come on , without a Frontispiece ; as bald as one of you young Beaux without your Perriwig . I left our young Poet sniveling and sobbing behind the Scenes , and cursing somebody that has deceiv'd him . Enter Mr. BOWEN ...
... Play is like to come on , without a Frontispiece ; as bald as one of you young Beaux without your Perriwig . I left our young Poet sniveling and sobbing behind the Scenes , and cursing somebody that has deceiv'd him . Enter Mr. BOWEN ...
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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