John Dryden

[John Henry Dryden] (1631 - 1700 / England)

John Dryden Poems

1. London After The Great Fire, 1666 3/30/2015
2. To His Sacred Majesty. A Panegyric On His Coronation 11/2/2015
3. Prologue For The Women, When They Acted At The Old Theatre, Lincoln's-Inn-Fields 4/12/2010
4. To My Honoured Kinsman John Driden, Of Chesterton, In The County Of Huntingdon, Esq. 4/12/2010
5. Prologue To His Royal Highness, Upon His First Appearance At The Duke's Theatre After His Return From Scotland. 4/12/2010
6. Prologue To Albumazar 4/12/2010
7. To Mr. Granville, On His Excellent Tragedy, Called Heroic Love 4/12/2010
8. Prologue Spoken At The Opening Of The New House, March 26, 1674 4/12/2010
9. To The Lord Chancellor Hyde. Presented On New-Year's Day, 1662 4/12/2010
10. The Medal 4/12/2010
11. To My Friend Mr. Motteux, On His Tragedy Called Beauty In Distress, Published In 1698 4/12/2010
12. Prologue To Sophonisba; Spoken At Oxford, 1680 4/12/2010
13. Prologue To The Princess Of Cleves 4/12/2010
14. Prologue To The Prophetess, By Beaumont And Fletcher. Revived By Dryden. Spoken By Mr. Betterton 4/12/2010
15. Prologue To Caesar Borgia 4/12/2010
16. To The Pious Memory Of The Accomplished Young Lady Mrs. Anne Killigrew 1/1/2004
17. One Happy Moment 2/21/2015
18. Upon Young Mr. Rogers, Of Gloucestershire 4/12/2010
19. Veni, Creator Spiritus 1/1/2004
20. The Hind And The Panther, A Poem In Three Parts : Part Iii. 4/12/2010
21. Prologue To The True Widow 4/12/2010
22. Prologue Spoken The First Day Of The King's House Acting After The Fire 4/12/2010
23. Palamon And Arcite; Or, The Knight's Tale. From Chaucer. In Three Books. Book Iii. 4/12/2010
24. Te Deum 4/12/2010
25. Upon The Death Of The Viscount Of Dundee 4/12/2010
26. Epitaph On The Monument Of The Marquis Of Winchester 4/12/2010
27. Song Of A Scholar And His Mistress, Who, Being Crossed By Their Friends, Fell Mad For One Another; And Now First Meet In Bedlam 4/12/2010
28. Theodore And Honoria. From Boccace 4/12/2010
29. To Sir Godfrey Kneller, Principal Painter To His Majesty 4/12/2010
30. Tarquin And Tullia 4/12/2010
31. Upon The Death Of Lord Hastings 4/12/2010
32. To My Dear Friend Mr. Congreve On His Commedy Call'D The Double Dealer 1/1/2004
33. Fragment Of A Character Of Jacob Tonson, His Publisher 4/12/2010
34. Palamon And Arcite; Or The Knight's Tale. From Chaucer. In Three Books. Book Ii. 4/12/2010
35. Palamon And Arcite; Or, The Knight's Tale. From Chaucer. In Three Books. Book I. 4/12/2010
36. Verses To Her Royal Highness The Duchess, On The Memorable Victory Gained By The Duke Against The Hollanders, June 3rd, 1665 4/12/2010
37. Epitaph On The Monument Of A Fair Maiden Lady, Who Died At Bath, And Is There Interred 4/12/2010
38. A Prologue 4/12/2010
39. Your Hay It Is Mow'D, And Your Corn Is Reap'D 1/1/2004
40. Prologue To The University Of Oxford, 1674. 4/12/2010

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  • Alem Hailu G/kristos Alem Hailu G/kristos (8/9/2016 9:36:00 AM)

    My ravish'd eyes behold such charms about her,
    I can die with her, but not live without her:
    One tender Sigh of hers to see me languish,

    what lines!

Best Poem of 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 thy worst, for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul or rain or shine
The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

Read the full of Happy The Man

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 smart, and I so love it,
That I had rather die than once remove it.

Yet he, for whom I grieve, shall never know it;
My tongue does not betray, nor my eyes show it.
Not a sigh, nor a tear, my pain discloses,
But they fall silently, like dew on roses.

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