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 ...
Now with a general peace the world was blest,While ours, a world divided from the rest,A dreadful quiet felt, and ...
My Lord,While flattering crowds officiously appearTo give themselves, not you, an happy year,And by the greatness of their presents proveHow ...
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 ...
A plain-built house, after so long a stay,Will send you half unsatisfied away;When, fallen from your expected pomp, you findA ...
Ask not the cause why sullen springSo long delays her flow'rs to bear;Why warbling birds forget to sing,And winter storms ...
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