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 ...
Your footsteps now the arsenals have trodWhere lie the treasures of the warrior God;Yet 'midst his ranks to serve is ...
I'M now disposed to give a pretty tale;Love laughs at what I've sworn and will prevail;Men, gods, and all, his ...
When Dryden's fool, 'unknowing what he sought,'His hours in whistling spent, 'for want of thought,'This guiltless oaf his vacancy of ...
RecitativeLet clownish Cymon, in fond rustic strains,To lovely Iphigene declare his pains;Let tink'ring Tom for dustcart Sylvia pine,I sing St. ...
THE eve descends with radiant streaks, Sweetly serene and grandly gay, While western tinges flush the cheeks, And insects 'mid ...
I'M now disposed to give a pretty tale; Love laughs at what I've sworn and will prevail; Men, gods, and ...
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