Song From Amphitryon (John Dryden Poem)
Air Iris I love, and hourly I die, But not for a lip, nor a languishing eye: She's fickle and ...
Air Iris I love, and hourly I die, But not for a lip, nor a languishing eye: She's fickle and ...
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last; The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
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