Vanity of Vanities (Michael Wigglesworth Poems)
A Song of EmptinessTo Fill up the Empty Pages FollowingVain, frail, short liv'd, and miserable Man,Learn what thou art when ...
A Song of EmptinessTo Fill up the Empty Pages FollowingVain, frail, short liv'd, and miserable Man,Learn what thou art when ...
We would render fitting tribute,We would add to thy great fame,We would crown thee with due honorAnd immortalize thy name.Till ...
Not human art, but living gods aloneCan fashion beauties that by changing live,—Her buds to spring, his fruits to autumn ...
Never will you departThough often cast away,Unburied in my heartWraithlike you stray.First, tenuous and thin,Then warmer, closer, deep,You pierce without, ...
The HumiliationThe Summary of the Poem.Theophila, or Divine Love, ascends to her Belov'd by three Degrees. By Humilitie, by Zeal, ...
When falls the soldier brave, Dead at the feet of wrong,The poet sings and guards his grave With sentinels of ...
A TALE. WHILE tyrants sit enthron'd in state,With trophies at their feet,And fawning courtiers round them wait,With adulation sweet!Informing them ...
NOW sad and slow with solemn paces,She wanders thro the castle's courts;Sighing as she the scene retraces,Where silence reigns, instead ...
Come I from busy haunts of men, With nature to commune, Which you, it seems, observe, and then Laugh out, ...
LET a Parisian prelate lead the vanOf worthies now advancing on the stage;Surely 'twas his own mind the pious manPourtray'd, ...
O precious codex, volume, tome, Book, writing, compilation, workAttend the while I pen a pome, A jest, a jape, a ...
Some bewties make a god of flatterie, And scorne Eliziums eternall types,Nathes, I abhorre such faithles prophesie, Least I be ...
What place so strange,-though unreveal?d snowWith unimaginable fires ariseAt the earth's end,-what passion of surpriseLike frost-bound fire-girt scenes of long ...
LIFE, like a marble block, is given to all,A blank, inchoate mass of years and days,Whence one with ardent chisel ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
Obscurest night involv'd the sky, Th' Atlantic billows roar'd, When such a destin'd wretch as I, Wash'd headlong from on ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Agayne I wrote ...
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
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