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 ...
A milk-white Hind, immortal and unchanged,Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged;Without unspotted, innocent within,She feared no danger, ...
In days of old, when Arthur filled the throne,Whose acts and fame to foreign lands were blown,The king of elves, ...
Dedicated to the Memory of the Late Countess of Abingdon.As when some great and gracious monarch dies,Soft whispers first and ...
My Lord,While flattering crowds officiously appearTo give themselves, not you, an happy year,And by the greatness of their presents proveHow ...
When lawless men their neighbours dispossess,The tenants they extirpate or oppress,And make rude havoc in the fruitful soil,Which the right ...
A plain-built house, after so long a stay,Will send you half unsatisfied away;When, fallen from your expected pomp, you findA ...
Calm was the even, and clear was the sky,And the new budding flowers did spring,When all alone went Amyntas and ...
High state and honours to others impart,But give me your heart:That treasure, that treasure alone,I beg for my own.So gentle ...
O souls, in whom no heavenly fire is found,Fat minds, and ever grovelling on the ground!We bring our manners to ...
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