Annus Mirabilis
| dc.contributor | Corns, T.N. |
| dc.contributor.author | Dryden, John |
| dc.coverage.placeName | Oxford |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2019-07-04T09:55:20Z |
| dc.date.available | 2019-07-04T09:55:20Z |
| dc.date.created | 1667 |
| dc.date.issued | 1993-06-10 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1550 |
| dc.identifier.citation | http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/1550 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/1550 |
| dc.description.abstract | SGML-tagged version of Text 1296 |
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| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Core Collection |
| dc.rights | Creative Commons - Attribution 3.0 Unported (CC BY 3.0) |
| dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/ |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.title | Annus Mirabilis |
| dc.type | Text |
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| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 73864 |
| files.count | 2 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1600-1699 |
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<Author>Dryden, John</Author>
<Title>Annus Mirabillis</Title>
<Edition>W. D. Christie, ed. 5th ed. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1901</Edition>
<Date>1665-1666</Date>
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<loc><locdoc>DryAnMi </locdoc>
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<l>In thriving arts long time had Holland grown,</l>
<l>Crouching at home and cruel when abroad:</l>
<l>Scarce leaving us the means to claim our own.</l>
<l>Our king they courted and our merchants awed.</l>
</div0><div0 type=stanza>
<l>Trade, which like blood should circularly fow,</l>
<l>Stopped in their channels, found its freedom lost:</l>
<l>Thither the wealth of all the world did go,</l>
<l>And seemed but shipwrecked on so base a coast.</l>
</div0><div0 type=stanza>
<l>For them alone the heavens had kindly heat,</l>
<l>In eastern quarries ripening precious dew:</l>
<l>For them the Idumoean balm did sweat,</l>
<l>And in hot Ceylon spicy forests grew.</l>
</div0><div0 type=stanza>
<l>The sun but seeemed the lobourer of their year;</l>
<l>Each waxin . . .
