The Visions Of Bellay (Edmund Spenser Poems)
IT was the time, when rest soft sliding downeFrom heauens hight into mens heauy eyes,In the forgetfulnes of sleepe doth ...
IT was the time, when rest soft sliding downeFrom heauens hight into mens heauy eyes,In the forgetfulnes of sleepe doth ...
Whether with me, or without me, my dearest one, you will still grow, With my help or without my help, ...
'To Monica'Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,And left the flushed print in a poppy there:Like a yawn of fire ...
Not the Circean wineMost perilous is for pain:Grapes of the heavens' star-loaden vine,Whereto the lofty-placedThoughts of fair souls attain,Tempt with ...
THE SPARROW'S ADDRESS TO THE COOK MAIDS. YE gentle cookmaids, oh! in pity spare,The various fragments from your plenteous boardThe ...
In humble imitation of the soaring flights of somelegendary and exquisitely pathetic modern Bards. JONAS lay on his bed, so ...
After sharp words from the fine mind,protest in court,the intimate high head constrained,strait lines of prison, empty walls,a sublte beauty ...
Butcher the evil millionaire, peasant, And leave him stinking in the square. Torture the chancellor. Leave the ambassador Strung by ...
Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric, How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroy'd? How many tit ...
'TWAS a death-bed summons, and forth I went By the way of the Western Wall, so drear On that winter ...
A poet's cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert) while snows flies, chill, after so frequent knew ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Unstable dream, according to the place, Be steadfast once, or else at least be true. By tasted sweetness make me ...
To Monica Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a ...
An Elven-maid there was of old, A shining star by day. Her mantle white was hemmed with gold, Her shoes ...
Let Dew, house of Dew rejoice with Xanthenes a precious stone of an amber colour. Let Round, house of Round ...
AFter so long a race as I haue run Through Faery land, which those six books copile giue leaue to ...
Old MISTRESS GURTON had a Cat, A Tabby, loveliest of the race, Sleek as a doe, and tame, and fat ...
A chant for a children's pantomime dance, suggested by a picture painted by George Mather Richards. I saw a proud, ...
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