A Song For St. Cecilia’s Day, 1687 (John Dryden Poems)
Stanza 1From harmony, from Heav'nly harmonyThis universal frame began.When Nature underneath a heapOf jarring atoms lay,And could not heave her ...
Stanza 1From harmony, from Heav'nly harmonyThis universal frame began.When Nature underneath a heapOf jarring atoms lay,And could not heave her ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last; The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
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 ...
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