The Hind And The Panther, A Poem In Three Parts : Part I. (John Henry Dryden Poems)
A milk-white Hind, immortal and unchanged,Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged;Without unspotted, innocent within,She feared no danger, ...
A milk-white Hind, immortal and unchanged,Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged;Without unspotted, innocent within,She feared no danger, ...
All priests are not the same, be understood!Priests are, like other folks, some bad, some good.What's vice or virtue, sure ...
The Worldling Churchman, raging with Defeat,Renews his Hate, and burns with double Heat.Tho' foil'd in Synod, he laments the DayThat ...
Therefore death to usIs nothing, nor concerns us in the least,Since nature of mind is mortal evermore.And just as in ...
Therefore death to usIs nothing, nor concerns us in the least,Since nature of mind is mortal evermore.And just as in ...
Last night unpleasing visions round my head,In horror clad, their baleful influence spread!Spectres most ghastly rose before my view,And every ...
PART OF A PROLOGUE WRITTEN AND SPOKEN BY THE POET LABERIUSA ROMAN KNIGHT, WHOM CAESAR FORCED UPON THE STAGEPRESERVED BY ...
The demon in me's not dead,He's living, and well.In the body as in a hold,In the self as in a ...
Thin-legged, thin-chested, slight unspeakably,Neat-footed and weak-fingered: in his face -Lean, large-boned, curved of beak, and touched with race,Bold-lipped, rich-tinted, mutable ...
The wind strikes earth hard blowsAnd laughs like a buffoon.He'll break the leg of thoseWho won't dance to his tune.Earth ...
Come mourn with me for the land of Gosh, Oh, weep with me for the luckless GlugsOf the land of ...
Come I from busy haunts of men, With nature to commune, Which you, it seems, observe, and then Laugh out, ...
1424So many stars in heaven,--Flowers in the meadow that shine;--This little one of Domremy,What special grace is thine?By the fairy ...
A TOAST to the Fools! Pierrot, Pantaloon, Harlequin, Clown, Merry-Andrew, Buffoon -- Touchstone and Triboulet -- all of the tribe. ...
'Tis but a sorry sort of praise to beA droll, the jester of each company,A raiser of loud laughter, a ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
Chloe, In verse by your command I write. Shortly you'll bid me ride astride, and fight: These talents better with ...
The demon in me's not dead, He's living, and well. In the body as in a hold, In the self ...
I'd rather be the Jester than the Minstrel of the King; I'd rather jangle cap and bells than twang the ...
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