1. John Dryden
Canto en honor de Santa Cecilia

De armonía, de célica armonía,
La fábrica brotó del universo.
 Cuando en revuelto caos
De discordantes átomos yacía
 Atónita Natura
Y alzar el ciego rostro...

Poet: John Dryden
La fe católica

Como la luna pálida y les astros
Al viajador cansado, errante, solo,
Con prestado fulgor en vano alumbran,
Lo mismo al alma la Razón. Si aquellas
Erráticas lumbreras nos descubren
Lejano espacio, pero no el camino
Que allá conduce, la Razón al hombre
...

Poet: John Dryden
“Ah, how sweet”

From “Tyrannic Love,” Act IV. Sc. 1.

AH, how sweet it is to love!
  Ah, how gay is young desire!
And what pleasing pains we prove
  When we first approach love’s fire!
Pains of love be sweeter far
Than all other pleasures are.

Sighs which...

Poet: John Dryden
A Song for Saint Cecilia’s Day, 1687

From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
    This universal frame began;
  When Nature underneath a heap
      Of jarring atoms lay,
    And could not heave her head
The tuneful voice was heard from high,
      Arise, ye more than dead!
Then...

Poet: John Dryden
Alexander’s Feast; or, the Power of Music

An Ode
’T WAS at the royal feast, for Persia won
      By Philip’s warlike son:
      Aloft in awful state
      The godlike hero sate
        On his imperial throne:
      His valiant peers were placed around,
Their brows with roses and...

Poet: John Dryden
Under the Portrait of John Milton

Prefixed to “Paradise Lost”
THREE Poets, in three distant ages born,
Greece, Italy, and England did adorn.
The first in loftiness of thought surpassed;
The next in majesty; in both the last.
The force of nature could no further go;
To make a third,...

Poet: John Dryden