Poems List

He rais’d a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down.

Alexander’s Feast, l. 169

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And, like another Helen, fir’d another Troy.

Alexander’s Feast, l. 154

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Sigh’d and look’d, and sigh’d again.

Alexander’s Feast, l. 120

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Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Alexander’s Feast, l. 58

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Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And welt’ring in his blood; Deserted, at his utmost need, By those his former bounty fed, On the bare earth expos’d he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes.

Alexander’s Feast, l. 77

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Sound the trumpets; beat the drums… Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes.

Alexander’s Feast, l. 50

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And seems to shake the spheres.

Alexander’s Feast, l. 37

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Arms, and the man I sing, 8 who, forced by fate, And haughty Juno’s unrelenting hate.

Virgil, Aeneid [1697], bk. I, l. 1

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None but the brave deserves the fair.

Alexander’s Feast [1697], l. 15

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Genius must be born, and never can be taught.

Epistle to Congreve, l. 60

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John Dryden was born on August 9, 1631, in Aldwincle, Northamptonshire. Educated at Westminster School and Trinity College, Cambridge, he became involved with the London literary scene in the mid-1650s. His career was marked by a remarkable ability to adapt to political changes, which earned him patronage and official positions. He became one of the most influential writers of his time, known for his incisive satires such as 'Mac Flecknoe' and his adaptations of classics. His work as a translator of Virgil and Ovid was also highly acclaimed. Dryden died on May 12, 1700, and was buried in Westminster Abbey. His work continues to be studied and appreciated for its poetic beauty, wit, and historical insight.