John Dryden Poems
- Ah, How Sweet It Is To Love! AH, how sweet it is to love! ...
- Happy The Man Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can ...
- A Song For St. Cecilia's Day FROM harmony, from heavenly ...
- Can Life Be A Blessing Can life be a blessing, Or worth ...
- Dreams Dreams are but interludes which Fancy makes; When ...
- Mac Flecknoe: A Satire Upon Th...
- Alexander's Feast; Or, The Pow...
JJohn Dryden was an influential English poet, literary critic, translator, and playwright who dominated the literary life of Restoration England to such a point that the period came to be known in literary circles as the Age of Dryden. Walter Scott called him "Glorious John." He was made Poet Laureate in 1668.
Dryden was born in the village rectory of Aldwincle near Thrapston in Northamptonshire, where his maternal grandfather was Rector of All Saints. He was the eldest of fourteen children born to Erasmus Dryden and wife Mary Pickering, paternal grandson of Sir Erasmus Dryden, 1st Baronet (1553–1632) and wife Frances Wilkes, Puritan landowning ... more »
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Ah, How Sweet It Is To Love!
AH, how sweet it is to love!
Ah, how gay is young Desire!
And what pleasing pains we prove
When we first approach Love's fire!
Pains of love be sweeter far
Than all other pleasures are.
Sighs which are from lovers blown
Do but gently heave the heart:
Ev'n the tears they shed alone
Cure, like trickling balm, their smart:
Lovers, when they lose their breath,
Bleed away in easy death.
Love and Time with reverence use,
Treat them like a parting friend;
Nor the golden gifts refuse
Which in youth sincere they send: ...