The Famous Historie: Cap. X (Patrick Gordon Poems)
The Argument.Whill Fortune houeres doutfull of hir cho'sNor peace nor warre on ether syd displaysHard fait anon prepaireth greatter voesGreat ...
The Argument.Whill Fortune houeres doutfull of hir cho'sNor peace nor warre on ether syd displaysHard fait anon prepaireth greatter voesGreat ...
I Youth, when Fancie bare the sway, Within my peeuish braine:And Reasons lore by no meanes could My wanton will restraine:My gadding ...
Is it not strange, that such can liue, whose foodeis dres'd by Enuie, and with poyson mixt,Whose heart's the kitchin, ...
Take heede, my Muse, what? patroniz'd by none?Oben't o're bold; can infants stand alone?Make haste unto some sheltring place, or ...
Love as well can make abidingIn a faithfull Shepheards brestAs in Princes: whose thoughts slidingLike swift riuers never rest.Change to ...
Juno still jealous of her husband Jove,Descended from above, on earth to try,Whether she there could find his chosen Love,Which ...
Nowe warlike Hector doth depart with Paris out the towne,They willing both in armes to shewe some deede of great ...
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspireInto my feeble breast, too full of ...
Love, lift me up upon thy golden wingsFrom this base world unto thy heavens hight,Where I may see those admirable ...
Almightie Lord, who from thy glorious throneSeest and rulest all things ev'n as one:The smallest ant or atome knows thy ...
December: ?gloga Duodecima.He gentle shepheard satte beside a springe, All in the shadowe of a bushy brere, That Colin hight, ...
With sick and famisht eyes,With doubling knees and weary bones, ...
O Spitefull bitter thought!Bitterly spitefull thought! Couldst thou inventSo high a torture? Is ...
He that is weary, let him sit. My soul would stirre And trade ...
Soul's joy, when thou art gone, And I alone, ...
Come away, Make no delay.Summon all the dust to ...
No Lover saith, I love, nor any other Can judge a perfect Lover; Hee thinkes that else none can, nor ...
CANTO IIII To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa guides the faithfull knight, Where brothers death to wreak Sansjoy doth chalenge ...
VEnemous toung tipt with vile adders sting, Of that selfe kynd with which the Furies tell theyr snaky heads doe ...
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