John Dryden

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

John Dryden Poems

81. Epitaph On A Nephew, In Catworth Church, Huntingdonshire 4/12/2010
82. Epilogue To The Husband His Own Cuckold 4/12/2010
83. A Song. High State And Honours To Others Impart 4/12/2010
84. Cymon And Iphigenia. From Boccace 4/12/2010
85. Eleonora : A Panegyrical 4/12/2010
86. The Hind And The Panther: Part I (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
87. Epilogue To Henry Ii. 4/12/2010
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. Religio Laici 1/1/2004
91. A Song To A Fair Young Lady Going Out Of Town In The Spring 4/12/2010
92. To The Memory Of Mr Oldham 1/1/2004
93. Life A Cheat 4/12/2010
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. Why Should A Foolish Marriage Vow 1/1/2004
98. Heroic Stanzas 1/1/2004
99. Farewell Ungrateful Traitor 1/1/2004
100. Fair Iris I Love And Hourly I Die 1/1/2004
101. Calm Was The Even, And Clear Was The Sky 1/1/2004
102. Song From An Evening's Love 1/1/2004
103. An Ode, On The Death Of Mr. Henry Purcell 1/1/2004
104. Ask Not The Cause Why Sullen Spring 1/1/2004
105. Mac Flecknoe: A Satire Upon The True-Blue Protestant Poet T 1/1/2004
106. Hidden Flame 1/1/2004
107. Alexander's Feast; Or, The Power Of Music 1/1/2004
108. Dreams 4/12/2010
109. Can Life Be A Blessing 1/1/2004
110. A Song For St. Cecilia's Day 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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    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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