The Poems of John Dryden, Ed., with an Introduction and Textual NotesG. Cumberlege, Oxford University Press, 1948 - 606 sivua |
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... Poor ) All Offices of ours are out of Door : In vain we rise , and to their Levees run ; My Lord himself is up , before , and gone : The Praetor bids his Lictors mend their pace , Lest his Collegue outstrip him in the Race : The ...
... Poor ) All Offices of ours are out of Door : In vain we rise , and to their Levees run ; My Lord himself is up , before , and gone : The Praetor bids his Lictors mend their pace , Lest his Collegue outstrip him in the Race : The ...
Sivu 545
... Poor , are yet Ambitious to be fine . This is a common Vice , tho all things here 300 Are sold , and sold unconscionably dear . What will you give that 2 Cossus may but view Your Face , and in the Crowd distinguish you ; May take your ...
... Poor , are yet Ambitious to be fine . This is a common Vice , tho all things here 300 Are sold , and sold unconscionably dear . What will you give that 2 Cossus may but view Your Face , and in the Crowd distinguish you ; May take your ...
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... poor Play has cost Must Noble Hastings Immaturely die • My Part being small , I have had time to day New Ministers , when first they get in place . No , no , poor suff'ring Heart , no Change endeavour No poor Dutch Peasant , wing'd with ...
... poor Play has cost Must Noble Hastings Immaturely die • My Part being small , I have had time to day New Ministers , when first they get in place . No , no , poor suff'ring Heart , no Change endeavour No poor Dutch Peasant , wing'd with ...
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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