“Bewties delite geve place to this fayer starr” (John Salusbury Poems)
Bewties delite geve place to this fayer starrloocke still one her, hur eyes will geve yow lightAmmiabel she is hur ...
Bewties delite geve place to this fayer starrloocke still one her, hur eyes will geve yow lightAmmiabel she is hur ...
I. Like the sweet Naiad of the Grecian's dreams,A Spirit born of Song — unseen, all-seeing—Lives deep within our dark ...
When late Protectorship was Canon-Proof,And _Cap-a-pe_ had seiz'd on _Whitehall_-Roof,And next, on _Israelites_ durst look so big,That _Tory-like_, it lov'd ...
WHAT doest thou here, fair rose, on rocky shore Opening thy pure and scented breast to blushIn these rude wilds, ...
She is so little-in her hand a rose;A stern duenna watches where she goes.What sees she? Ah, she knows not-the ...
PART ICOME, gentle maidens, gather round.Bring sprigs of rosemary and rue,Strew virgin lilies on the ground,And the wild rose embalm'd ...
God wrapt him in a world of purer light And clearer thought. His soulPulsed into being, gifted with far might. ...
The Snowdrop is the prophet of the flowers; It lives and dies upon its bed of snows; And like a ...
LONG winding lanes and hedges red with bloom Of sweet wild robin, and starr'd with tender white; A sun down ...
Brightly shone the brow of Dante, In those years of early youth,When his Beatrice, like an angel, Rose before him ...
To those who have few ties to bind the soulTo earth, it must be sweet to steal awayGently, from life ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled ...
Lord when the wise men came from farr, Led to thy Cradle by a Starr, Then did the shepherds too ...
LORD when the wise men came from farr Ledd to thy Cradle by A Starr, Then did the shepheards too ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
WEE, modest crimson-tippèd flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender ...
O mighty-mouth'd inventor of harmonies, O skill'd to sing of Time or Eternity, God-gifted organ-voice of England, Milton, a name ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
Fill the bumper fair! Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care Smooths away a wrinkle. Wit's electric flame ...
I O fairest flower no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie, Summers chief honour if thou hadst ...
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