Dulnesse (George Herbert Poems)
Why do I languish thus, drooping and dulle, As if I were all earth?Oh give me ...
Why do I languish thus, drooping and dulle, As if I were all earth?Oh give me ...
Brave rose (alas!) where art thou? In the chair,Where thou didst lately so triumph and shine,A worm doth sit, whose ...
Alas my hart, mine eye hath wrong?d thee,Presumptious eye, to gaze on Phillis face:Whose heavenly eye no mortall man may ...
And must I sing? what subject shall I chuse?Or whose great name in Poets heaven use?For the more countenance to ...
Presse me not to take more pleasure In this world of sugred lies,And to use a larger measure ...
Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing, Nothing but bones, The ...
Good Muse, rocke me aslepeWith some sweete harmony;This wearie eye is not to kepeThy wary company.Sweet Love, begon a while,Thou ...
The wealth which others seeke for beyond seas, By the Gods gift your ...
My Loue in her Attyre doth shew her witt, It doth so well become her: For ...
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
Immortal love, authour of this great frame, Sprung from that beautie which can never fade; How hath man parcel'd out ...
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark; White is their colour, and behold my head. But must they have ...
Strephon. You Gote-heard Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines, You Nimphes that haunt the springs in pleasant vallies, You Satyrs ...
FAyre bosome fraught with vertues richest tresure, The neast of loue, the lodging of delight: the bowre of blisse, the ...
CANTO IIII To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa guides the faithfull knight, Where brothers death to wreak Sansjoy doth chalenge ...
THe Panther knowing that his spotted hyde, Doth please all beasts but that his looks the fray: within a bush ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
MEn call you fayre, and you doe credit it, For that your selfe ye dayly such doe see: but the ...
One day, whiles that my daylie cares did sleepe, My spirit, shaking off her earthly prison, Began to enter into ...
THe glorious image of the makers beautie, My souerayne faynt, the Idoll of my thought, dare not henceforth aboue the ...
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