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John Dryden (Джон Драйден)


Hidden Flame


I FEED a flame within, which so torments me
That it both pains my heart, and yet contents me:
'Tis such a pleasing smart, and I so love it,
That I had rather die than once remove it.

Yet he, for whom I grieve, shall never know it;
My tongue does not betray, nor my eyes show it.
Not a sigh, nor a tear, my pain discloses,
But they fall silently, like dew on roses.

Thus, to prevent my Love from being cruel,
My heart 's the sacrifice, as 'tis the fuel;
And while I suffer this to give him quiet,
My faith rewards my love, though he deny it.

On his eyes will I gaze, and there delight me;
While I conceal my love no frown can fright me.
To be more happy I dare not aspire,
Nor can I fall more low, mounting no higher. 



John Dryden's other poems:
  1. A Song (High State and Honours to others impart)
  2. Epitaph on a Nephew in Catworth Church, Huntingdonshire
  3. On Mrs. Margaret Paston, of Barningham, in Norfolk
  4. On the Monument of the Marquis of Winchester
  5. Epitaph On Sir Palmes Fairborne's Tomb In Westminster Abbey


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