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 ...
Preface.Hark, dying mortal, if the Sonnet proveA song of living and immortal love,'Tis then thy grand concern the theme to ...
Sacred to peace, within a wood's recess,A blest retreat, where courtiers never press,A temple stands, where art did never tryWith ...
1We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day.Who in May admire trees floweringAre better than those who perished.We, who ...
He shows a fool in every wiseWho day and night forever hiesFrom feast to feat to fill his paunchAnd make ...
There lived a fool.For a long time he lived in peace and contentment; but by degrees rumoursbegan to reach him ...
Sweet Solitude where dost thou linger? When and where shall I look in thy face? Feel the soft magic ...
Absolute zero: the locust sings: summer's caught in eternity's rings: the rock explodes, the planet dies, we shovel up our ...
Samuel Sewall, in a world of wigs, Flouted opinion in his personal hair; For foppery he gave not any figs, ...
To Ezra Pound These are the names of the companies that have made money from this war nineteenhundredsixtyeight Annodomini fourthousand ...
For more than a billion years we've been nearly out of water; sincerely, a need repeatedly exposed in calamitous reports ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
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