On Simony (Joseph Hall Poems)
Saw'st thou ever Siquis patcht on Pauls Church door To seek some vacant vicarage before? Who wants a churchman that can service ...
Saw'st thou ever Siquis patcht on Pauls Church door To seek some vacant vicarage before? Who wants a churchman that can service ...
A.Almighty and all-merciable Queen,To whom all this world fleeth for succour,To have release of sin, of sorrow, of teen!Glorious Virgin! ...
Well and wisely spake the master Of the silver Tuscan talk,Love should laugh at all disaster If with wisdom he ...
I will not perturbateThy Paradisal stateWith praiseOf thy dead days;To the new-heavened say, -"Spirit, thou wert fine clay:"This do,Thy praise ...
1Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine!Oh the Earth was made ...
Forth from the city, with the loadThat makes the trampling low,They walk along the dreary roadThat dust and ashes go.The ...
If ever I marry, I'll marry a maid; To marry a widow, I am sore afraid: ...
One asketh:"Tell me, Myrson, tell me true:What's the season pleaseth you?Is it summer suits you best,When from harvest toil we ...
Flee from the press, and dwell with soothfastness;Suffice thee thy good, though it be small;For hoard hath hate, and climbing ...
Flushed with fancies, I bethought me,"Into music I will set them,Like a pearl into its settingOf the finest golden fretting;Never ...
FLY from the press, and dwell with soothfastness; Suffice unto thy good, though it be small, For hoard hath hate, ...
Let us rise up and live! Behold, each thingIs ready for the moulding of our hand.Long have they all awaited ...
159A little bread - a crust - a crumb -A little trust - a demijohn -Can keep the soul alive ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
One asketh: "Tell me, Myrson, tell me true: What's the season pleaseth you? Is it summer suits you best, When ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
A little bread -- a crust -- a crumb -- A little trust -- a demijohn -- Can keep the ...
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine, Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine! Oh the Earth ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
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