A Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme (Ben Jonson Poem)
Rhyme, the rack of finest wits, That expresseth but by fits True conceit, Spoiling senses of their treasure, Cozening judgment ...
Rhyme, the rack of finest wits, That expresseth but by fits True conceit, Spoiling senses of their treasure, Cozening judgment ...
in the wares before you spread, Types of all things may be read. 'NEATH the shadow Of these bushes, On ...
A Pindaric Ode Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A ...
No sooner, FLAVIO, was you gone, But, your Injunction thought upon, ARDELIA took the Pen; Designing to perform the Task, ...
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Where there were many ...
WI' braw new branks in mickle pride, And eke a braw new brechan, My Pegasus I'm got astride, And up ...
O, WERE I on Parnassus hill, Or had o' Helicon my fill, That I might catch poetic skill, To sing ...
MY honor'd Colonel, deep I feel Your interest in the Poet's weal; Ah! now sma' heart hae I to speel ...
AULD NEIBOUR,I'm three times doubly o'er your debtor, For your auld-farrant, frien'ly letter; Tho' I maun say't I doubt ye ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
NAE heathen name shall I prefix, Frae Pindus or Parnassus; Auld Reekie dings them a' to sticks, For rhyme-inspiring lasses. ...
You that do search for every purling spring, Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not ...
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to ...
You that do search for every purling spring Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not ...
So easy 'tis to make a rhyme, That did the world but know it, Your coachman might Parnassus climb, Your ...
Oh for a poet-for a beacon bright To rift this changless glimmer of dead gray; To spirit back the Muses, ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Farfacio. Cernis ut ingenti distinguant limite campum Montis Amos clivi Bilboreique juga! Ille stat indomitus turritis undisque saxis: Cingit huic ...
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