John Dryden

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

John Dryden Poems

1. To His Sacred Majesty. A Panegyric On His Coronation 11/2/2015
2. London After The Great Fire, 1666 3/30/2015
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. The Medal 4/12/2010
6. Prologue To His Royal Highness, Upon His First Appearance At The Duke's Theatre After His Return From Scotland. 4/12/2010
7. One Happy Moment 2/21/2015
8. Prologue To Albumazar 4/12/2010
9. To Mr. Granville, On His Excellent Tragedy, Called Heroic Love 4/12/2010
10. Prologue Spoken At The Opening Of The New House, March 26, 1674 4/12/2010
11. Te Deum 4/12/2010
12. To The Lord Chancellor Hyde. Presented On New-Year's Day, 1662 4/12/2010
13. To My Friend Mr. Motteux, On His Tragedy Called Beauty In Distress, Published In 1698 4/12/2010
14. Prologue To Caesar Borgia 4/12/2010
15. 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
16. Prologue To Sophonisba; Spoken At Oxford, 1680 4/12/2010
17. Prologue To The Princess Of Cleves 4/12/2010
18. Prologue To The Prophetess, By Beaumont And Fletcher. Revived By Dryden. Spoken By Mr. Betterton 4/12/2010
19. To The Pious Memory Of The Accomplished Young Lady Mrs. Anne Killigrew 1/1/2004
20. Upon Young Mr. Rogers, Of Gloucestershire 4/12/2010
21. Prologue To The True Widow 4/12/2010
22. The Hind And The Panther, A Poem In Three Parts : Part Iii. 4/12/2010
23. The Character Of A Good Parson. Imitated From Chaucer, And Enlarged 4/12/2010
24. Prologue Spoken The First Day Of The King's House Acting After The Fire 4/12/2010
25. Palamon And Arcite; Or, The Knight's Tale. From Chaucer. In Three Books. Book Iii. 4/12/2010
26. Upon The Death Of The Viscount Of Dundee 4/12/2010
27. Epitaph On The Monument Of The Marquis Of Winchester 4/12/2010
28. The Fair Stranger. A Song 4/12/2010
29. Threnodia Augustalis: A Funeral Pindaric Poem, Sacred To The Happy Memory Of King Charles Ii. 4/12/2010
30. Theodore And Honoria. From Boccace 4/12/2010
31. To Sir Godfrey Kneller, Principal Painter To His Majesty 4/12/2010
32. The Flower And The Leaf, Or The Lady In The Arbour. A Vision 4/12/2010
33. Tarquin And Tullia 4/12/2010
34. Upon The Death Of Lord Hastings 4/12/2010
35. To My Dear Friend Mr. Congreve On His Commedy Call'D The Double Dealer 1/1/2004
36. Fragment Of A Character Of Jacob Tonson, His Publisher 4/12/2010
37. Palamon And Arcite; Or The Knight's Tale. From Chaucer. In Three Books. Book Ii. 4/12/2010
38. Verses To Her Royal Highness The Duchess, On The Memorable Victory Gained By The Duke Against The Hollanders, June 3rd, 1665 4/12/2010
39. Impromptu Lines Addressed To His Cousin, Mrs. Creed, In A Conversation After Dinner On The Origin Of Names 4/12/2010
40. The Hind And The Panther, A Poem In Three Parts : Part Ii. 4/12/2010

Comments about John Dryden

  • Rajkumari (10/5/2018 10:35:00 AM)

    Beautiful

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  • Rajkumar (3/7/2018 10:05:00 AM)

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  • JoyCe Earl (1/21/2018 9:25:00 PM)

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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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