Absalom And Achitophel (John Dryden Poem)
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Farewell, ungrateful traitor! Farewell, my perjur'd swain! Let never injur'd woman Believe a man again. The pleasure of possessing Surpasses ...
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
Oh, let me not serve so, as those men serve Whom honour's smokes at once fatten and starve; Poorly enrich't ...
When I am dead, and doctors know not why, And my friends' curiosity Will have me cut up to survey ...
With Pinions of Disdain The soul can farther fly Than any feather specified in Ornithology -- It wafts this sordid ...
To her derided Home A Weed of Summer came -- She did not know her station low Nor Ignominy's Name ...
The Stars are old, that stood for me -- The West a little worn -- Yet newer glows the only ...
My Soul -- accused me -- And I quailed -- As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me ...
The man whose term we would remember as our longest, constant serving Head of State, besides the late Sir Robert ...
Marking time in pencil strokes across a virgin page and waiting for coincidence of heart-beat and second-hand, keying to the ...
He cut his hand and it bled, the flesh inside was red and the hurt discounted the flood of red ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
How ill doth he deserve a lover's name, Whose pale weak flame Cannot retain His heat, in spite of absence ...
SO grieves th' adventurous merchant, when he throws All the long toil'd-for treasure his ship stows Into the angry main, ...
GIVE me more love or more disdain ; The torrid or the frozen zone Bring equal ease unto my pain, ...
Give me more love or more disdain; The torrid, or the frozen zone, Bring equal ease unto my pain; The ...
He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
"Me too, perchance, in future days, The sculptured stone shall show, With Paphian myrtle or with bays Parnassian on my ...
Thy country, Wilberforce, with just disdain, Hears thee, by cruel men and impious, call'd Fanatic, for thy zeal to loose ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Proem. 1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, 1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky ...
Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel's disdain, Why thus in despair do you fret? For months you may try, yet, ...
Thy days are done, thy fame begun; Thy country's strains record The triumphs of her chosen Son, The slaughter of ...
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