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, ...
Dedicated to the Memory of the Late Countess of Abingdon.As when some great and gracious monarch dies,Soft whispers first and ...
When lawless men their neighbours dispossess,The tenants they extirpate or oppress,And make rude havoc in the fruitful soil,Which the right ...
'Tis hard, my friend, to write in such an age,As damns not only poets, but the stage.That sacred art, by ...
As needy gallants, in the scrivener's hands,Court the rich knaves that gripe their mortgaged lands;The first fat buck of all ...
Heaven save ye, gallants, and this hopeful age!Y' are welcome to the downfall of the stage.The fools have laboured long ...
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