| John Dryden, William Congreve, Samuel Johnson, Walter Scott - 1925 - 230 pagina’s
...for Jacob Tmfoa, within Gray's Inn Colt next Cray's Inn Lane. MDCC. CYMON and IPHIGENIA FROM BOCCACE OLD as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet, Which once inflamed my soul, and still inspires my wit. In that sweet isle, where Venus... | |
| Bill Moore - 1987 - 180 pagina’s
...art, how to forget. HENRY KING Henry King, who was a bishop, and died in 1669, knew something of love. Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet. DRYDEN Or, to put it in the vernacular: Just because there is snow on the roof, It... | |
| John Dryden - 2003 - 1024 pagina’s
...kind; In sickness patient, and in death resigned. Cymon and Iphigensa From Boccaccio Poeta loquitur' Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet, Which once inflamed my soul, and still inspires my wit If love be folly, the severe... | |
| David Shuttleton - 2007 - 182 pagina’s
...smile to hear a Man of Seventy use such warm Expressions, but I may venture to say with Mr. Dryden Old as I am, for Ladies love unfit, The Power of Beauty I remember yet.27 Downman is less flirtatious, if equally condescending when addressing his own 'preceptive... | |
| 1898 - 554 pagina’s
...'94 •• Phi Gamma Delta's Band Can never die." Sweethearts and Wives . . George H. Oilman, '87 " Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit. The power of beauty 1 remember yet." Dear Old Omega . • . Horace I. Brightman, '92 " For with her none can compare, She has riches, gems... | |
| 1861 - 590 pagina’s
...and (as Dryden said, when the exercise of constantly turning his coat had made him corpulent) — " Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember j-et." Of course I am ineligible ; but I hope, for the sake of the youngest contributor... | |
| Nicholas Patrick Wiseman - 1924 - 352 pagina’s
...history of civilization is summed up in that. This is the poem which Dryden begins so strikingly : Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet, Which once inflamed my soul, and still inspires my wit. When Dryden wrote this he was... | |
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