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 ...
A milk-white Hind, immortal and unchanged,Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged;Without unspotted, innocent within,She feared no danger, ...
In days of old, when Arthur filled the throne,Whose acts and fame to foreign lands were blown,The king of elves, ...
Dedicated to the Memory of the Late Countess of Abingdon.As when some great and gracious monarch dies,Soft whispers first and ...
Our vows are heard betimes, and heaven takes careTo grant, before we can conclude the prayer;Preventing angels met it half ...
A parish-priest was of the pilgrim-train;An awful, reverend, and religious man.His eyes diffused a venerable grace,And charity itself was in ...
To say this comedy pleased long ago,Is not enough to make it pass you now.Yet, gentlemen, your ancestors had wit,When ...
The unhappy man, who once has trailed a pen,Lives not to please himself, but other men;Is always drudging, wastes his ...
Thus you the sad catastrophe have seen,Occasioned by a mistress and a queen.Queen Eleanor the proud was French, they say;But ...
Ask not the cause why sullen springSo long delays her flow'rs to bear;Why warbling birds forget to sing,And winter storms ...
Calm was the even, and clear was the sky,And the new budding flowers did spring,When all alone went Amyntas and ...
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