ASTR (John Henry Dryden Poems)
Now with a general peace the world was blest,While ours, a world divided from the rest,A dreadful quiet felt, and ...
Now with a general peace the world was blest,While ours, a world divided from the rest,A dreadful quiet felt, and ...
Upon the Death of those two Honourable Gentlemen, Sir JOHN BURROWES, late Lieutenant of the English Infantrie in the Ile ...
The infant april joins the springAnd views its watery skyeAs youngling linnet trys its wingAnd fears at first to flyeWith ...
O who can build with puissant breast a songWorthy the majesty of these great finds?Or who in words so strong ...
O who can build with puissant breast a songWorthy the majesty of these great finds?Or who in words so strong ...
OH thou cruel deadly-lovely maiden,Tell me what great sin have I committed,That thou keep'st me to the rack thus fasten'd,That ...
She is sleeping on the grass,Where her daily footsteps pass;All her errands left undoneAt the bidding of the sun;From the ...
The spring now come at lastTo Trees, Fields, to Flowres,And meadowes makes to tasteHis pride, while sad showresWhich from mine ...
Whoso like unto the dust, may not be prostrate at the threshold,For them, there will be no approach unto heaven ...
But, when they were alone,--and now no more By that subduing presence overawed,-- With free tongue giving loose to wrath ...
Alone on the hill of stormsThe voice of the wind shrieks through the mountain.The torrent rushes down the rocks.Red are ...
When Troy towne had, for ten yeeres 'past',Withstood the Greekes in manfull wise,Then did their foes encrease soe fast,That to ...
HARK ! heard you not yon mournful bell,Slow sounding thro' the gloom;A lovely victim's fate to tell,Call'd early to the ...
Where the dark ash upward towereth,And the maple drops her brown shade,And the rough oak spreads his broad arms,And the ...
WRITTEN AT A TIME OF GREAT MENTAL DISTRESS. AND art thou he? said Saul, so young, so fair,Stripling, can'st thou ...
I cannot hide from thee how much I fearThe whispers breathed by flatterers in thine earAgainst my faith: — but ...
OH thou cruel deadly-lovely maiden, Tell me what great sin have I committed, That thou keep'st me to the rack ...
Mark how the bashful morn in vain Courts the amorous marigold, With sighing blasts and weeping rain, Yet she refuses ...
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