John Dryden (Джон Драйден)

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O souls, in whom no heavenly fire is found,
Fat minds, and ever grovelling on the ground!
We bring our manners to the blest abodes,
And think what pleases us must please the Gods. 

1. You Charm'd Me Not With That Fair Face
2. A Prologue
3. Hymn For St. John's Eve, 29th June
4. To John Hoddesdon, on his Divine Epigrams
5. The Tears of Amynta for the Death of Damon

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