To my Friend Mr. Motteux, on His Tragedy Called Beauty in Distress, Published in 1698 (John Henry Dryden Poems)
'Tis hard, my friend, to write in such an age,As damns not only poets, but the stage.That sacred art, by ...
'Tis hard, my friend, to write in such an age,As damns not only poets, but the stage.That sacred art, by ...
Know you her secret none can utter?Hers of the Book, the tripled Crown?Still on the spire the pigeons flutter,Still by ...
upon seeing a portrait of BlakeSomething moves in his dust,Flame sleeps beneath the crust;O whence had he those eyesLit with ...
But when the days were numbered, then befellThe parting of our Lord — which was to be —Whereby came wailing ...
PART IIt is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
A tender light, when I look back, Is all that I can seeOf that sweet time and that sweet walk— ...
PART I It is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
A poem moves forward, Like the passages and percussions of trains in progress A pattern of recurrence, a hammer of ...
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