Song From Amphitryon (John Dryden Poem)
Air Iris I love, and hourly I die, But not for a lip, nor a languishing eye: She's fickle and ...
Air Iris I love, and hourly I die, But not for a lip, nor a languishing eye: She's fickle and ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
Farewell, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own; For sure our souls ...
Feed a flame within, which so torments me That it both pains my heart, and yet contains me: 'Tis such ...
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