Poems by John Dryden
Calm was the even, and clear was the sky
... Then once more he press'd with his hand to my breast, ...
Fair Iris I Love and Hourly I Die
... 'Tis civil to swear and say things, of course ...
You charm'd me not with that fair face
... The Gods and Fortune take their part ...
Your Hay it is Mow'd, and Your Corn is Reaped
... MAN We ha' cheated the parson, we'll cheat him agen, ...
A Song for St. Cecilia's Day, 1687
... Stanza 2 What passion cannot music raise and quell! ...
A Song from the Italian from Limberham: or, the Kind Keeper
... No love returning me, but all hope denying ...
The Secular Masque
... RONOS, with a scythe in his hand, and a great globe on his back, which he sets down at his entrance ...
Absalom and Achitophel: The Second Part
... ointed:I will not rake the dung-hill of thy crimes,For who would read thy life that reads thy rhymes ...
Alexander's Feast
... r narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds,With nature's mother wit, and arts unknown before ...
The Third Satire of Juvenal
... nd me word,What joys your fountains and cool shades afford:Then, to assist your satires, I will come ...
To my Honor'd Friend, Dr. Charleton
... pools, of blood(Whether life's fuel or the body's food),From dark oblivion Harvey's name shall save ...
Troilus And Cressida
... 'Tis a pleasure, a pleasure to sigh and to languish, ...
