Cloris Charmes Dissolved by EUDORA. (Anne Killigrew Poem)
NOt that thy Fair Hand Should lead me from my deep Dispaire, Or thy Love, Cloris, End my Care, And ...
NOt that thy Fair Hand Should lead me from my deep Dispaire, Or thy Love, Cloris, End my Care, And ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
This is the lay of Ike. Here's to the glory of the Grewt Whiteâ?"awkâ?" who has been runningâ?"erâ?"erâ?"things in recentâ?"echâ?" ...
THERE was once a day, but old Time wasythen young, That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line, From some ...
(Time, Noon.) HUMPHREY: See'st thou not William that the scorching Sun By this time half his daily race has run? ...
What! and not one to heave the pious sigh! Not one whose sorrow-swoln and aching eye For social scenes, for ...
I might!--unhappy word--O me, I might, And then would not, or could not, see my bliss; Till now wrapt in ...
I might!--unhappy word--O me, I might, And then would not, or could not, see my bliss; Till now wrapt in ...
One of her hands one of her cheeks lay under, Cosening the pillow of a lawful kiss, Which therefore swell'd, ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: O, but with ...
SWEET BIRD OF SORROW! why complain In such soft melody of Song, That ECHO, am'rous of thy Strain, The ling'ring ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd, And secret passions labour'd in her breast. Not youthful kings in battle seiz'd ...
'Ye have robb'd,' said he, 'ye have slaughter'd and made an end, Take your ill-got plunder, and bury the dead: ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories