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 ...
Now with a general peace the world was blest,While ours, a world divided from the rest,A dreadful quiet felt, 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 ...
FROM harmony, from heavenly harmony,This universal frame began:When nature underneath a heapOf jarring atoms lay,And could not heave her head,The ...
The unhappy man, who once has trailed a pen,Lives not to please himself, but other men;Is always drudging, wastes his ...
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