John Dryden

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

John Dryden Poems

81. Cymon And Iphigenia. From Boccace 4/12/2010
82. Eleonora : A Panegyrical 4/12/2010
83. The Hind And The Panther: Part I (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
84. To My Honor'D Friend, Dr. Charleton (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
85. Epilogue To Henry Ii. 4/12/2010
86. Life A Cheat 4/12/2010
87. Troilus And Cressida 1/1/2004
88. Song (Sylvia The Fair, In The Bloom Of Fifteen) 1/1/2004
89. Astræa Redux. A Poem, On The Happy Restoration And Return Of His Sacred Majesty, Charles The Second 4/12/2010
90. You Charm'D Me Not With That Fair Face 1/1/2004
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. Heroic Stanzas 1/1/2004
94. Ode 1/1/2004
95. Marriage A-La-Mode 1/1/2004
96. By A Dismal Cypress Lying: A Song From The Italian 1/1/2004
97. To The Memory Of Mr Oldham 1/1/2004
98. Song From An Evening's Love 1/1/2004
99. Farewell Ungrateful Traitor 1/1/2004
100. Why Should A Foolish Marriage Vow 1/1/2004
101. Fair Iris I Love And Hourly I Die 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. Dreams 4/12/2010
107. Alexander's Feast; Or, The Power Of Music 1/1/2004
108. Mac Flecknoe: A Satire Upon The True-Blue Protestant Poet T 1/1/2004
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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  • 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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To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew,
Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and Painting.

Thou youngest Virgin Daughter of the skies,
Made in the last promotion of the blest;
Whose palms, new-plucked from Paradise,
In spreading branches more sublimely rise,
Rich with immortal green, above the rest:
Whether, adopted to some neighbouring star,

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