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 ...
This time our boat passing too nigh the land,The whirling stream did make her run on sand;Aluif, we cry'd, but ...
While wind and rain drive through the half-stripped trees,Fanners and flails go merrily in the barn.Each brook and river sweeps ...
THE BURGHERS.THUS did the prudent son escape from the hot conversation,But the father continued precisely as he had begun itWhat ...
Away thou fondling motley humorist,Leave mee, and in this standing woodden chest,Consorted with these few bookes, let me lyeIn prison, ...
While I did narrowly investigate, The race, and linage of my sinnes, I found that sinne, and I were twinnes, Begotten, and brought ...
Through the conduits of bloodmy body in your body spring of nightmy tongue of sun in your forest your body a kneading ...
There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired,as a child in school memorizes facts and conceptsfrom books and from what ...
Now from Leander's place she rose, and found Her hair and rent robe scatter'd on the ground; Which ...
Behold, even I, even I am Beatrice.(Div. Com. Purg. xxx.)OF Florence and of BeatriceServant and singer from of old,O'er Dante's ...
The Restauration.ARGUMENT. Laetior una Dies, JESU, tua Sacra Canenti; Qu?m sine Te, melicis Secula mille Lyris. Ut paveam Scelus omne, ...
With fierce noons beaming, moons of glory gleaming, Full conduits streaming, where fair bathers lie, With sunsets ...
'To Monica'Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,And left the flushed print in a poppy there:Like a yawn of fire ...
O happy Tithon! if thou know'st thy hap, And valuest thy wealth, as I my want, Then need'st thou not-which ...
A guardian of long-distance conduits in the desert? A one-man crew of a fortress in the sand? Whoever he was. ...
O who will give me tears? Come, all ye springs, Dwell in my head and eyes; come, clouds and rain; ...
Lord, Thou hast given me a cell Wherein to dwell; An little house, whose humble roof Is weather-proof; Under the ...
To Monica Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a ...
Preethee stand still awhile, and view this tree Renown'd and honour'd for antiquitie By all the neighbour twiggs; for such ...
Dawson the Butler's dead: Although I think Poets were ne'er infusde with single drinke Ile spend a farthing muse; some ...
A guardian of long-distance conduits in the desert? A one-man crew of a fortress in the sand? Whoever he was. ...
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