Upon the saying that my VERSES were made by another. (Anne Killigrew Poem)
NExt Heaven my Vows to thee (O Sacred Muse! ) I offer'd up, nor didst thou them refuse. O Queen ...
NExt Heaven my Vows to thee (O Sacred Muse! ) I offer'd up, nor didst thou them refuse. O Queen ...
WHile yet it was the Empire of the Night, And Stars still check'r'd Darkness with their Light, From Temples round ...
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
POOR River, now thou'rt almost dry, What Nymph, or Swain, will near thee lie? Since brought, alas! to sad Decay, ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
See, Phoebus breaking from the willing skies, See, how the soaring Lark, does with him rise, And through the air, ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by ...
A city clerk, but gently born and bred; His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child-- One babe was theirs, a ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
So closed our tale, of which I give you all The random scheme as wildly as it rose: The words ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
Renowned Champion full of wrestling Art, And made for victory in every part, Whose active Limbes, oyl'd Tongue, and vertuous ...
Five hours, (and who can do it less in?) By haughty Celia spent in dressing; The goddess from her chamber ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
As one put drunk into the Packet-boat, Tom May was hurry'd hence and did not know't. But was amaz'd on ...
IX Lady that in the prime of earliest youth, Wisely hath shun'd the broad way and the green, And with ...
IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to ...
Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill, Complain no more; for these, O heart, Direct the random of the ...
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