A Song For St. Cecilia’s Day, 1687 (John Dryden Poems)
Stanza 1From harmony, from Heav'nly harmonyThis universal frame began.When Nature underneath a heapOf jarring atoms lay,And could not heave her ...
Stanza 1From harmony, from Heav'nly harmonyThis universal frame began.When Nature underneath a heapOf jarring atoms lay,And could not heave her ...
Why should a foolish marriage vow,Which long ago was made,Oblige us to each other nowWhen passion is decay'd?We lov'd, and ...
Creator Spirit, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come, visit ev'ry pious mind; Come, pour thy joys ...
Air Iris I love, and hourly I die, But not for a lip, nor a languishing eye: She's fickle and ...
Ask not the cause why sullen spring So long delays her flow'rs to bear; Why warbling birds forget to sing, ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
Can life be a blessing, Or worth the possessing, Can life be a blessing if love were away? Ah no! ...
(Comus.) Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd; Your barns will be full, and your hovels heap'd: ...
Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last; The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our ...
Sylvia the fair, in the bloom of fifteen, Felt an innocent warmth as she lay on the green: She had ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony This universal frame began: When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay And could ...
After the pangs of a desperate lover, When day and night I have sighed all in vain, Ah, what a ...
Late Servant to his Majesty, and Organist of the Chapel Royal, and of St. Peter's Westminster I Mark how the ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Why should a foolish marriage vow, Which long ago was made, Oblige us to each other now, When passion is ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
Why should a foolish marriage vow, Which long ago was made, Oblige us to each other now When passion is ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
Farewell, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own; For sure our souls ...
(LIMBERHAM: OR, THE KIND KEEPER) By a dismal cypress lying, Damon cried, all pale and dying, Kind is death that ...
Feed a flame within, which so torments me That it both pains my heart, and yet contains me: 'Tis such ...
Farewell, ungrateful traitor! Farewell, my perjur'd swain! Let never injur'd woman Believe a man again. The pleasure of possessing Surpasses ...
Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call today his own: He who, secure within, can say, ...
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