Poems by John Dryden
Happy The Man
... The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine ...
Mac Flecknoe
... At length burst out in this prophetic mood:Heavens bless my son, from Ireland let him reign ...
To The Memory Of Mr Oldham
... Thy generous fruits, though gathered ere their prime, ...
A Song From The Italian
... (LIMBERHAM: OR, THE KIND KEEPER)By a dismal cypress lying, ...
Hidden Flame
... Yet he, for whom I grieve, shall never know it ...
Farewell, Ungrateful Traitor!
... Till we have lost our treasure, ...
Absalom And Achitophel
... He pours fresh forces in, and thus replies:Th'eternal God, supremely good and wise, ...
Song From Marriage-A-La-Mode
... But our marriage is dead when the pleasure is fled: ...
Religio Laici
... By offering his own creatures for a spoil! Dar'st thou, poor worm, offend Infinity ...
Why Should A Foolish Marriage Vow
... But our marriage is dead, when the pleasure is fled: ...
An Ode, On The Death Of Mr. Henry Purcell
... of St. Peter's Westminster IMark how the Lark and Linnet Sing, ...
Song (Sylvia The Fair, In The Bloom Of Fifteen)
... She had heard of a pleasure, and something she guessed ...
The Medal
... Thou leapst o'er all eternal truths in thy Pindaric way! ...
Ode
... Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and PaintingThou youngest Virgin Daughter of the skies, ...
Song For Saint Cecilia's Day, 1687
... Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat!' The soft complaining flute ...
