poet John Dryden

John Dryden

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  • Georgie (6/22/2019 4:28:00 PM)

    Hello anyone who is reading! I was looking at my family tree recently, and discovered I was related to Dryden. I am now discovering his work. From Dryden's descendant let's hope the legacy lives on!

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  • The real boi (11/5/2018 11:31:00 AM)

    These poems are down to earth and make me wet

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  • sexy monster (11/5/2018 11:31:00 AM)

    this poem is really really cute

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  • Rajkumari (10/5/2018 10:35:00 AM)

    Beautiful

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  • Shaheeda (5/27/2018 7:41:00 PM)

    Listen the poem

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  • Rajkumar (3/7/2018 10:05:00 AM)

    Very useful

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  • JoyCe Earl (1/21/2018 9:25:00 PM)

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

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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!

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Best Poem of John Dryden

Can Life Be A Blessing

Can life be a blessing,
Or worth the possessing,
Can life be a blessing if love were away?
Ah no! though our love all night keep us waking,
And though he torment us with cares all the day,
Yet he sweetens, he sweetens our pains in the taking,
There's an hour at the last, there's an hour to repay.

In ev'ry possessing,
The ravishing blessing,
In ev'ry possessing the fruit of our pain,
Poor lovers forget long ages of anguish,
Whate'er they have suffer'd and done to obtain;
'Tis a pleasure, a pleasure to sigh and to ...

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Religio Laici

(OR A LAYMAN'S FAITH)

Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars
To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers,
Is reason to the soul; and as on high,
Those rolling fires discover but the sky
Not light us here; so reason's glimmering ray
Was lent not to assure our doubtful way,
But guide us upward to a better day.