Cymon And Iphigenia. From Boccace (John Henry Dryden Poems)
Old as I am, for lady's love unfit,The power of beauty I remember yet,Which once inflamed my soul, and still ...
Old as I am, for lady's love unfit,The power of beauty I remember yet,Which once inflamed my soul, and still ...
EXERCISE.Thro' various toils th' adventurous Muse has past;But half the toil, and more than half, remains.Rude is her Theme, and ...
There is a tide in men's affairs,Leading to fame not wholly theirs —Leading to high positions, wonThrough noble deeds by ...
"_Man hard of heart to Man! ... of horrid things_ _Most horrid; midst stupendous highly strange:_ _Yet oft his courtesies are smoother ...
SOME time ago from Rome, in smart array,A younger brother homeward bent his way,Not much improved, as frequently the caseWith ...
I will not build on yonder mount;And, should you call me to account,Consulting with myself, I findIt was no levity ...
All travellers at first inclineWhere'er they see the fairest signAnd if they find the chambers neat,And like the liquor and ...
How happy is he born or taught,That serveth not another's will;Whose armour is his honest thought,And simple truth his highest ...
It oft to many has successful beenUpon his arm to let his mistress lean,Or with her airy fan to cool ...
Young Shechem all the night impatient lay;And sought with eager eyes the breaking day;With ardent longings waits the promis'd hour,And ...
The silver horn of the advancing tide Had ploughed its highest furrow in the sand, And was retiring. Noon, with ...
The moonlight fell down calm and clear, and sheeted The ...
Their father's blessing on their knees they take,And now to Memphis quick advances make,Where safe arriv'd, but fearful of their ...
Smith is a very stupid man; He lives next door to me;He has no settled scheme or plan ...
SOME time ago from Rome, in smart array, A younger brother homeward bent his way, Not much improved, as frequently ...
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire-nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus-the gondola stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey and pink-goats ...
To tell the Beauty would decrease To state the Spell demean -- There is a syllable-less Sea Of which it ...
The Sun and Moon must make their haste -- The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The ...
Man stomping over my bed in boots carrying a large bronze church bell which you occasionally drop: gross man with ...
I. The Minor Poet His little trills and chirpings were his best. No music like the nightingale's was born Within ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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