Theophila Or Loves Sacrifice. Canto XII (Edward Benlowes Poems)
THE SWEETNESSE OF RETIREMENT,OR The Happinesse of a Private Life.The Segregation.THE ARGUMENT. True Blisse! Thou know'st but Few, to Few ...
THE SWEETNESSE OF RETIREMENT,OR The Happinesse of a Private Life.The Segregation.THE ARGUMENT. True Blisse! Thou know'st but Few, to Few ...
Our English Homer in his Rhimes,Asserts our Notions change with Times;This Maxim granted, makes me doubt,When some few Years are ...
Almightie Lord, who from thy glorious throneSeest and rulest all things ev'n as one:The smallest ant or atome knows thy ...
Oh! Dreams are mysteries! The free born mindOwns not the fetters which the body wears,By sleep imposed. But starting from ...
TO thee, bright Orb, my humid eyes I raise; To thee I sigh, reflecting as I gaze,How dark earth's ...
COME Contemplation, in whose mienAwful Wisdom sits serene,Pleas'd shall the eye thy form survey;No gaudy plumage decks thy brow,Nor dazzling ...
AS late the Muse in silent hour I sought,And chanc'd to rove the various field of thought,Where many a trifle ...
IF , when far distant, memory should pourtrayThe sweet enjoyments of a former day;If she should reign and by her ...
Our LORD is Risen; and the Powerful Grave Holds him no longer; He hath made his way Even through the ...
How thought you that this thing could captivate? What are those graces that could make her dear, Who ...
Full of rebellion, I would die, Or fight, or travel, or deny That thou has aught to do with me. ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
WHEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail, The rampart most secure is not the VEIL; A husband better will ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
Who was frightened by a Passing Motor, and was brought to Reason "Oh murder! What was that, Papa!" "My child, ...
HAIL, happy saint, on thine immortal throne, Possest of glory, life, and bliss unknown; We hear no more the music ...
How thought you that this thing could captivate? What are those graces that could make her dear, Who is not ...
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by, A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, Adonis' trampling courser doth ...
NEAR yon bleak mountain's dizzy height, That hangs o'er AVON's silent wave; By the pale Crescent's glimm'ring light, I sought ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
To make a final conquest of all me, Love did compose so sweet an Enemy, In whom both Beauties to ...
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