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 ...
1. To the Reader.Sermons and Epigrams haue a like end,To improue, to reproue, and to amend:Some passe without this vse, ...
Who painted thy wings for a vision, a pageant of summer,Butterfly gay?Who made thee, thou hovering silence for ever at ...
Eight Parts of Speech this Day wear Mourning GownsDeclin'd Verbs, Pronouns, Participles, Nouns.And not declined, Adverbs and Conjunctions,In Lillies Porch ...
The barbed-wire fences rust As their cedar uprights blacken After a night of rain. Some early, innocent lust Gets me ...
A tree of blood soaks the morningwhere the newborn woman groans.Her voice leaves glass in the woundand on the panes, ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
As cats bring their smiling mouse-kills and hypnotised birds, slinking home under the light of a summer's morning to offer ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
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