A Guiltlesse Lady Imprisoned: After Penanced. Song (Richard Lovelace Poems)
I.Heark, faire one, how what e're here isDoth laugh and sing at thy distresse;Not out of hate to thy reliefe,But ...
I.Heark, faire one, how what e're here isDoth laugh and sing at thy distresse;Not out of hate to thy reliefe,But ...
O fils du Mincius, je te salue, ? toi Par qui le dieu des arts fut roi du peuple-roi! Et ...
In the lusty, fresshe moneth of mayWhen the byrdes reioyse, euery glad speryteWith theyr venerien voyces, i the dawne of ...
'Apollon, dieu sauveur, dieu des savants myst?res, Dieu de la vie, et dieu des plantes salutaires, Dieu vainqueur de Python, ...
The Senses dull of my appalled museForeweryed with the trauayle of my brayneIn scannyng of the argued Bookes difuse,And darke ...
O Great Creator of the starrie Pole, and heauenly things O mightie founder of the earthly mole, chiefe king of ...
Fly, Fancie, Beauties arched Brow, Darts, wing'd with Fire, thence sparkling flow. From Flash of Lightning Eye--balls turn; Contracted Beams ...
This wrecched worldes transmutacioun,As wele or wo, now povre and now honour,Withouten ordre or wys discreciounGoverned is by Fortunes errour.But ...
_Au chevalier de Pange._ Le navire ?loquent, fils des bois du P?n?e, Qui portait ? Colchos la Gr?ce fortun?e, Craignant ...
When that great Gen'ralissimo of all Infernal Janizaries shall His Legions of Temptations raise, enroul, And muster Them 'gainst Thee, ...
In Vanity Fair, as we bow and smile,As we talk of the opera after the weather,As we chat of fashion ...
Presse me not to take more pleasure In this world of sugred lies,And to use a larger measure ...
Philosophers have measur'd the mountains,Fathom'd the depths of the seas, of states, and kings,Walk'd with a staffe ...
Lvld in an heauenly Charme of pleasing passions,Many their well thewd rimes doe fayre attemperVnto their amours, while another fashionsLoue ...
Sans parents, sans amis et sans concitoyens, Oubli? sur la terre et loin de tous les miens, Par les vagues ...
Le goût des fruits ne part pas de ma bouche, mais la tristesse des mots détruit les nuages et presse ...
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
Be silent you still musique of the Sphears, And every sense make haste to be all ears, And give devout ...
I know no paynt of poetry Can mend such colourd Imag'ry In sullen inke: yet Fayrford, I May relish thy ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
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