The Flower And The Leaf, Or The Lady In The Arbour. A Vision By John Dryden

The Flower And The Leaf, Or The Lady In The Arbour. A Vision Now turning from the wintry signs, the sun His course exalted through…

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One Happy Moment By John Dryden

One Happy Moment NO, no, poor suff’ring Heart, no Change endeavour, Choose to sustain the smart, rather than leave her; My ravish’d eyes behold such…

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By A Dismal Cypress Lying; A Song From The Italian By John Dryden

By A Dismal Cypress Lying; A Song From The Italian By a dismal cypress lying, Damon cried, all pale and dying, Kind is death that…

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Song From An Evening’s Love By John Dryden

Song From An Evening’s Love After the pangs of a desperate lover, When day and night I have sighed all in vain, Ah, what a…

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Impromptu Lines Addressed To His Cousin, Mrs. Creed, In A Conversation After Dinner On The Origin Of Names By John Dryden

Impromptu Lines Addressed To His Cousin, Mrs. Creed, In A Conversation After Dinner On The Origin Of Names So much religion in your name doth…

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A Song. Go Tell Amynta, Gentle Swain By John Dryden

A Song. Go Tell Amynta, Gentle Swain 1. Go tell Amynta, gentle swain, I would not die, nor dare complain. Thy tuneful voice with numbers…

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To Mr. Granville, On His Excellent Tragedy, Called Heroic Love By John Dryden

To Mr. Granville, On His Excellent Tragedy, Called Heroic Love Auspicious poet, wert thou not my friend, How could I envy, what I must commend!…

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Prologue To Sophonisba; Spoken At Oxford, 1680 By John Dryden

Prologue To Sophonisba; Spoken At Oxford, 1680 Thespis, the first professor of our art, At country wakes, sung ballads from a cart. To prove this…

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Epitaph On Sir Palmes Fairborne’s Tomb In Westminster Abbey By John Dryden

Epitaph On Sir Palmes Fairborne’s Tomb In Westminster Abbey Ye sacred relics, which your marble keep, Here, undisturbed by wars, in quiet sleep; Discharge the…

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Upon Young Mr. Rogers, Of Gloucestershire By John Dryden

Upon Young Mr. Rogers, Of Gloucestershire Of gentle blood, his parents’ only treasure, Their lasting sorrow, and their vanished pleasure, Adorned with features, virtues, wit,…

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The Fair Stranger. A Song By John Dryden

The Fair Stranger. A Song Happy and free, securely blest, No beauty could disturb my rest; My amorous heart was in despair To find a…

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On The Death Of Amyntas. A Pastoral Elegy By John Dryden

On The Death Of Amyntas. A Pastoral Elegy ‘Twas on a joyless and a gloomy morn, Wet was the grass, and hung with pearls the…

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Britannia Rediviva; A Poem On The Birth Of The Prince By John Dryden

Britannia Rediviva; A Poem On The Birth Of The Prince Our vows are heard betimes, and heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude…

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To The Memory Of Mr Oldham By John Dryden

To The Memory Of Mr Oldham Farewell, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own; For sure our…

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Song From Amphitryon By John Dryden

Song From Amphitryon Air Iris I love, and hourly I die, But not for a lip, nor a languishing eye: She’s fickle and false, and…

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Hymn For St. John’s Eve, 29th June By John Dryden

Hymn For St. John’s Eve, 29th June O sylvan prophet! whose eternal fame Echoes from Judah’s hills and Jordan’s stream; The music of our numbers…

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A Song To A Fair Young Lady Going Out Of Town In The Spring By John Dryden

A Song To A Fair Young Lady Going Out Of Town In The Spring 1. Ask not the cause why sullen spring So long delays…

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The Wife Of Bath Her Tale By John Dryden

The Wife Of Bath Her Tale In days of old, when Arthur filled the throne, Whose acts and fame to foreign lands were blown, The…

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Prologue To His Royal Highness, Upon His First Appearance At The Duke’s Theatre After His Return From Scotland. By John Dryden

Prologue To His Royal Highness, Upon His First Appearance At The Duke’s Theatre After His Return From Scotland. In those cold regions which no summers…

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Epitaph On Mrs. Margaret Paston, Of Barningham, In Norfolk By John Dryden

Epitaph On Mrs. Margaret Paston, Of Barningham, In Norfolk So fair, so young, so innocent, so sweet, So ripe a judgment, and so rare a…

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Upon The Death Of Lord Hastings By John Dryden

Upon The Death Of Lord Hastings Must noble Hastings immaturely die, The honour of his ancient family, Beauty and learning thus together meet, To bring…

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The Character Of A Good Parson. Imitated From Chaucer, And Enlarged By John Dryden

The Character Of A Good Parson. Imitated From Chaucer, And Enlarged A parish-priest was of the pilgrim-train; An awful, reverend, and religious man. His eyes…

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On The Death Of A Very Young Gentleman By John Dryden

On The Death Of A Very Young Gentleman He, who could view the book of destiny, And read whatever there was writ of thee, O…

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Astræa Redux. A Poem, On The Happy Restoration And Return Of His Sacred Majesty, Charles The Second By John Dryden

Astræa Redux. A Poem, On The Happy Restoration And Return Of His Sacred Majesty, Charles The Second Now with a general peace the world was…

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To The Lord Chancellor Hyde. Presented On New-Year’s Day, 1662 By John Dryden

To The Lord Chancellor Hyde. Presented On New-Year’s Day, 1662 My Lord, While flattering crowds officiously appear To give themselves, not you, an happy year,…

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Song (Sylvia The Fair, In The Bloom Of Fifteen) By John Dryden

Song (Sylvia The Fair, In The Bloom Of Fifteen) Sylvia the fair, in the bloom of fifteen, Felt an innocent warmth as she lay on…

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Hidden Flame By John Dryden

Hidden Flame I FEED a flame within, which so torments me That it both pains my heart, and yet contents me: ‘Tis such a pleasing…

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A Song. Fair, Sweet And Young, Receive A Prize By John Dryden

A Song. Fair, Sweet And Young, Receive A Prize 1. Fair, sweet, and young, receive a prize Reserved for your victorious eyes: From crowds, whom…

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Threnodia Augustalis By John Dryden

Threnodia Augustalis; A Funeral Pindaric Poem, Sacred To The Happy Memory Of King Charles Ii. I. Thus long my grief has kept me dumb: Sure…

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Prologue To Albumazar By John Dryden

Prologue To Albumazar To say this comedy pleased long ago, Is not enough to make it pass you now. Yet, gentlemen, your ancestors had wit,…

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Epilogue To The Husband His Own Cuckold By John Dryden

Epilogue To The Husband His Own Cuckold Like some raw sophister that mounts the pulpit, So trembles a young poet at a full pit. Unused…

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Troilus And Cressida By John Dryden

Troilus And Cressida Can life be a blessing, Or worth the possessing, Can life be a blessing if love were away? Ah no! though our…

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The Beautiful Lady Of The May By John Dryden

The Beautiful Lady Of The May I. A quire of bright beauties in spring did appear, To choose a May-lady to govern the year; All…

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Ode By John Dryden

Ode To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and Painting. Thou youngest Virgin…

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Ask Not The Cause Why Sullen Spring By John Dryden

Ask Not The Cause Why Sullen Spring Ask not the cause why sullen spring So long delays her flow’rs to bear; Why warbling birds forget…

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To My Honor’D Friend, Dr. Charleton (Excerpt) By John Dryden

To My Honor’D Friend, Dr. Charleton (Excerpt) The longest tyranny that ever sway’d Was that wherein our ancestors betray’d Their free-born reason to the Stagirite,…

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Satire On The Dutch By John Dryden

Satire On The Dutch As needy gallants, in the scrivener’s hands, Court the rich knaves that gripe their mortgaged lands; The first fat buck of…

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Heroic Stanzas By John Dryden

Heroic Stanzas Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. Written After the…

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A Song For St. Cecilia’s Day By John Dryden

A Song For St. Cecilia’s Day FROM harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began: When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And…

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The Secular Masque By John Dryden

The Secular Masque Enter JANUS JANUS Chronos, Chronos, mend thy pace, An hundred times the rolling sun Around the radiant belt has run In his…

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Prologue To Caesar Borgia By John Dryden

Prologue To Caesar Borgia The unhappy man, who once has trailed a pen, Lives not to please himself, but other men; Is always drudging, wastes…

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Epilogue To Henry Ii. By John Dryden

Epilogue To Henry Ii. Thus you the sad catastrophe have seen, Occasioned by a mistress and a queen. Queen Eleanor the proud was French, they…

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Te Deum By John Dryden

Te Deum Thee, Sovereign God, our grateful accents praise; We own thee Lord, and bless thy wondrous ways; To thee, Eternal Father, earth’s whole frame…

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Marriage A-La-Mode By John Dryden

Marriage A-La-Mode Why should a foolish marriage vow, Which long ago was made, Oblige us to each other now When passion is decay’d? We lov’d,…

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Annus Mirabilis, The Year Of Wonders, 1666 By John Dryden

Annus Mirabilis, The Year Of Wonders, 1666 1 In thriving arts long time had Holland grown, Crouching at home and cruel when abroad: Scarce leaving…

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To My Honoured Kinsman John Driden, Of Chesterton, In The County Of Huntingdon, Esq. By John Dryden

To My Honoured Kinsman John Driden, Of Chesterton, In The County Of Huntingdon, Esq. How blessed is he, who leads a country life, Unvexed with…

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Sigismond And Guiscardo. From Boccace By John Dryden

Sigismond And Guiscardo. From Boccace While Norman Tancred in Salerno reigned, The title of a gracious Prince he gained; Till turned a tyrant in his…

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Happy The Man By John Dryden

Happy The Man Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call today his own: He who, secure within, can say, Tomorrow do…

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A Prologue By John Dryden

A Prologue Gallants, a bashful poet bids me say, He’s come to lose his maidenhead to-day. Be not too fierce; for he’s but green of…

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Theodore And Honoria. From Boccace By John Dryden

Theodore And Honoria. From Boccace Of all the cities in Romanian lands, The chief and most renowned Ravenna stands; Adorned in ancient times with arms…

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Prologue Spoken The First Day Of The King’s House Acting After The Fire By John Dryden

Prologue Spoken The First Day Of The King’s House Acting After The Fire So shipwracked passengers escape to land, So look they, when on the…

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Epilogue On The Same Occasion (Princess Of Cleves) By John Dryden

Epilogue On The Same Occasion (Princess Of Cleves) New ministers, when first they get in place, Must have a care to please; and that’s our…

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The Cock And The Fox; Or, The Tale Of The Nun’s Priest By John Dryden

The Cock And The Fox; Or, The Tale Of The Nun’s Priest There lived, as authors tell, in days of yore, A widow, somewhat old,…

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Mankind By John Dryden

Mankind Men are but children of a larger growth; Our appetites are apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as…

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An Ode, On The Death Of Mr. Henry Purcell By John Dryden

An Ode, On The Death Of Mr. Henry Purcell Late Servant to his Majesty, and Organist of the Chapel Royal, and of St. Peter’s Westminster…

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To The Pious Memory Of The Accomplished Young Lady Mrs. Anne Killigrew By John Dryden

To The Pious Memory Of The Accomplished Young Lady Mrs. Anne Killigrew Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the…

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Roundelay By John Dryden

Roundelay I. Chloe found Amyntas lying, All in tears, upon the plain, Sighing to himself, and crying, Wretched I, to love in vain! Kiss me,…

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Farewell, Fair Armida. A Song By John Dryden

Farewell, Fair Armida. A Song Farewell, fair Armida, my joy and my grief! In vain I have loved you, and hope no relief; Undone by…

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Your Hay It Is Mow’d, And Your Corn Is Reap’d By John Dryden

Your Hay It Is Mow’D, And Your Corn Is Reap’D (Comus.) Your hay it is mow’d, and your corn is reap’d; Your barns will be…

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The Tears Of Amynta, For The Death Of Damon. A Song By John Dryden

The Tears Of Amynta, For The Death Of Damon. A Song 1. On a bank, beside a willow, Heaven her covering, earth her pillow, Sad…

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