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 ...
But what in either sex, beyondAll parts, our glory crowns?'In ruffling seasons to be calm,And smile, when fortune frowns.'Heaven's choice ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule,First put the British troops to school;Instructed them in warlike trade,And new manoeuvres of parade,The ...
Genius of musings, who, the midnight hourWasting in woods or haunted forests wild,Dost watch Orion in his arctic tower,Thy dark ...
TANSILLO.There are several varieties of enthusiasts, which may all be reduced totwo kinds. While some only display blindness, stupidity, and ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remainedAt Jordan with the Baptist, and had seenHim whom they heard so late expressly calledJesus ...
In one of earth'sHead cities, awaiting this, the effect unknown,Of evil, not, truly, all--wise, we towerlike rise;With eminent but indifferent ...
MARICONDO. Here you see a flaming yoke enveloped in knots round which iswritten: Levius aura; which means that Divine love ...
Niloiya said to Noah, "What aileth thee,My master, unto whom is my desire,The father of my sons?" He answered her,"Mother ...
They said "Too late, too late, the work is done;Great Homer sang of glory and strong menAnd that fair Greek ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared,Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared.IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool,To dark suspicion grown ...
SCEN. 1.Iris, Panace, Violetta.Ir. Curst was the wight that did in murther first Embrue his guilty hands: curst was that hand Which first was ...
For the Sovereignty of the Island of Barbados.WHERE high Olympus lifts his head in clouds,And his majestic form in darkness ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring;As proof, Candaules' story we will bring;In folly's scenes the king was truly great:His ...
A JOURNAL.DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW-TRAVELLERS IN AUGUST, 1858.Wise and polite,--and if I drewTheir several portraits, you would ownChaucer had no ...
Meanwhile at the declining Noon of Night,When gentle Sleep had veil'd each Mortal's Sight;With balmy Dews the smiling Pastures weep,Torrents ...
There stands a City,-- neither large nor small,Its air and situation sweet and pretty;It matters very little -- if at ...
Money. Riches. Wealth.Gold is the greatest God: tho' yet we seeNo Temples rais'd to Money's Majesty,No Altars fuming to her ...
Of all the blessings which kind heaven bestows,From infancy to life's most lengthened close,The one, far greater than all earthly ...
SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind;A triple engine prove in love we find;By these the strongest fortresses are gainedE'en ...
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer:Of France the pride and honour I aver;The Holy Ampoule and delicious wine,Which ...
FROM THE BATTLE OF HASTINGS OR THE NORMAN CONQUEST, TO THE PRESENT REIGN,INCLUSIVE.First, William the Norman lays claim to the ...
WOODSTOCK, CONN., JULY 4, 1877NOT to myself this breath of vesper song,Not to these patient friends, this kindly throng,Not to ...
What festival is ancient Rome preparing? Where flow the crowds in noisy waves?Why these aromas, myrrh's sweet smoke And censers all around ...
ODE FOR THE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF LAWRENCEVILLE SCHOOLJune 11, 1910IThe British bard who looked on Eton's walls,Endeared by distance in ...
The eternal all--sire from his throne, our isleRegarding; these Imperial shores, the whileEarth's orb rolls round, shewn, eminent in his ...
1I am an anti-fascist... anti-FaustIch liebe life and I admire chaosIch bin to wish, Genosse Offizieren,Dem Zeit zum Faust for ...
LINES, Inscribed to an amiable, and affectionate Mother, upon the Death of her eldest Son, who fell a victim to ...
Lines, Inscribed to an amiable, and affectionate Mother, upon the Death of her eldest Son, who fell a victim to ...
Unequaled genius, whose warm fancy knows No rhyming labor, no poetic throes; To whom Apollo has unlocked his store; Whose coin is struck ...
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