Eleonora : A Panegyrical (John Henry Dryden Poems)
Dedicated to the Memory of the Late Countess of Abingdon.As when some great and gracious monarch dies,Soft whispers first and ...
Dedicated to the Memory of the Late Countess of Abingdon.As when some great and gracious monarch dies,Soft whispers first and ...
WHEN Britain many chiefs obey'd,And seven Saxon princes sway'd,The Mercian monarch, fam'd afar,In peace respected, fear'd in war,Favour'd by heav'n ...
BEFORE the fair Aurora spreadHer azure mantle o'er the skies,While sleep its pleasing influence shed,On grateful mortals weary eyes.Emerg'd from ...
The day is thine, the night also is thine; thou hast prepared thelight and the sun.Thou hast set all the ...
MY dearest child, to me draw near,Unto my precepts lend an ear,And, all thy life, to them attend,If thou wou'dst ...
False world, thy malice I espieWith what thou hast designed;And therein with thee to comply,Who likewise are combined:But, do thy ...
YON coward, with the streaming hair,And visage, madden'd to despair,With step convuls'd, unsettled eye,And bosom lab'ring with a sigh,Is Guilt! ...
BREATHING the violet-scented gale,Near to a river's limpid source,Which, through a wide-extended vale,Wound slowly on its sleeping course,Attended by a ...
I.'Tis not too arduous an essay,To tread resolved the gospel-way;The sensual instinct to control,And warm with purer fire the soul.Nature ...
I SEE the cloud-born squadrons of the gale,Their lines of rain like glittering spears deprest(While all the affrighted land grows ...
'Twas on the morning of that fateful day When Cyrus met on Thymbra's spacious plain The mighty host by wealthy ...
What holy rites Mohammed's laws ordain,What various duties bind his faithful train,—What pious zeal his scatter'd tribes unitesIn fix'd observance ...
The mighty spirit, and its power, which stainsThe bloodless cheek, and vivifies the brains,I sing. Say, ye, its fiery vot'ries ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
In a vision Liberty stood By the childless charm-stricken bedWhere, barren of glory and good,Knowing nought if she would ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
HOURS continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted, Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequented spot, seating ...
In a vision Liberty stood By the childless charm-stricken bed Where, barren of glory and good, Knowing nought if she ...
Wee falsely think it due unto our friends, That we should grieve for their too early ends: He that surveys ...
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