Endimion and Phoebe (excerpts) (Michael Drayton Poem)
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I -- Three times -- He would not go -- But ...
The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before -- But Sequence ravelled out of Sound Like Balls ...
The Birds reported from the South -- A News express to Me -- A spicy Charge, My little Posts -- ...
Read -- Sweet -- how others -- strove -- Till we -- are stouter -- What they -- renounced -- ...
My first well Day -- since many ill -- I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my ...
I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen -- Some Polar Expiation -- An Omen in ...
He was weak, and I was strong -- then -- So He let me lead him in -- I was ...
Denial -- is the only fact Perceived by the Denied -- Whose Will -- a numb significance -- The Day ...
Severer Service of myself I -- hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind -- ...
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind -- As if my Brain had split -- I tried to match it ...
Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The Carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality. ...
Sin enslaved me many years, And led me bound and blind; Till at length a thousand fears Came swarming o'er ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! ...
We pledged our hearts, my love and I, I in my arms the maiden clasping; I could not tell the ...
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
There was crimson clash of war. Lands turned black and bare; Women wept; Babes ran, wondering. There came one who ...
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
With saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong Such ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
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