John Dryden

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

John Dryden Poems

81. A Song. High State And Honours To Others Impart 4/12/2010
82. Cymon And Iphigenia. From Boccace 4/12/2010
83. Eleonora : A Panegyrical 4/12/2010
84. The Hind And The Panther: Part I (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
85. Epilogue To Henry Ii. 4/12/2010
86. Life A Cheat 4/12/2010
87. Song (Sylvia The Fair, In The Bloom Of Fifteen) 1/1/2004
88. Astræa Redux. A Poem, On The Happy Restoration And Return Of His Sacred Majesty, Charles The Second 4/12/2010
89. Mankind 4/12/2010
90. On The Death Of Amyntas. A Pastoral Elegy 4/12/2010
91. Religio Laici 1/1/2004
92. A Song To A Fair Young Lady Going Out Of Town In The Spring 4/12/2010
93. To The Memory Of Mr Oldham 1/1/2004
94. Heroic Stanzas 1/1/2004
95. By A Dismal Cypress Lying: A Song From The Italian 1/1/2004
96. Ode 1/1/2004
97. Why Should A Foolish Marriage Vow 1/1/2004
98. Fair Iris I Love And Hourly I Die 1/1/2004
99. Song From An Evening's Love 1/1/2004
100. Marriage A-La-Mode 1/1/2004
101. Farewell Ungrateful Traitor 1/1/2004
102. Calm Was The Even, And Clear Was The Sky 1/1/2004
103. Hidden Flame 1/1/2004
104. An Ode, On The Death Of Mr. Henry Purcell 1/1/2004
105. Ask Not The Cause Why Sullen Spring 1/1/2004
106. Mac Flecknoe: A Satire Upon The True-Blue Protestant Poet T 1/1/2004
107. Alexander's Feast; Or, The Power Of Music 1/1/2004
108. Dreams 4/12/2010
109. A Song For St. Cecilia's Day 1/1/2004
110. Can Life Be A Blessing 1/1/2004
111. Ah, How Sweet It Is To Love! 1/1/2004
112. Happy The Man 1/1/2004

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  • Shaheeda (5/27/2018 7:41:00 PM)

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  • JoyCe Earl (1/21/2018 9:25:00 PM)

    BeAUtIfUl *********************************************************************************************************************

  • 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.

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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, and we lov'd, as long as we could,
Till our love was lov'd out in us both:
But our marriage is dead, when the pleasure is fled:
'Twas pleasure first made it an oath.

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