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 ...
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 ...
Now with a general peace the world was blest,While ours, a world divided from the rest,A dreadful quiet felt, and ...
My Lord,While flattering crowds officiously appearTo give themselves, not you, an happy year,And by the greatness of their presents proveHow ...
A parish-priest was of the pilgrim-train;An awful, reverend, and religious man.His eyes diffused a venerable grace,And charity itself was in ...
'Tis hard, my friend, to write in such an age,As damns not only poets, but the stage.That sacred art, by ...
A plain-built house, after so long a stay,Will send you half unsatisfied away;When, fallen from your expected pomp, you findA ...
Heaven save ye, gallants, and this hopeful age!Y' are welcome to the downfall of the stage.The fools have laboured long ...
1.On a bank, beside a willow,Heaven her covering, earth her pillow,Sad Amynta sigh'd alone:From the cheerless dawn of morningTill the ...
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