The Famous Historie: Cap. XV (Patrick Gordon Poems)
The Argument.A messinger vnto the King doth schoSad news that doth incense his wrathfull IreFrom Roxbrughs tours braue Douglas beats ...
The Argument.A messinger vnto the King doth schoSad news that doth incense his wrathfull IreFrom Roxbrughs tours braue Douglas beats ...
THEPROGRESSEOF THE SOULE.First Song.I.sing of the progresse of a deathlesse soule,Whom Fate, which God made, but doth not controule,Plac'd in ...
Now, round the yielding canopy of shade,Again the Guide his heavenly power display'd.Sudden, the stars their trembling fires withdrew,Returning splendors ...
One Sabbath day my friend and IAfter the meeting, quietlyPassed from the crowded village lanes,White with dry dust for lack ...
Blest by the song! (a bard, though humble, cries),That moves by Pity's power th' infuriate breast;Lures Mercy beaming from her ...
Below, the tawny Tagus sweptPast royal gardens, breathing balm;Upon his couch the monarch slept;The world was still; the night was ...
Through the marble gates of Ostia,Where the Tiber meets the sea,And a hundred Roman galleysStrain their leashes to be free,Streams ...
I.Land of unconquered Pelayo! land of the Cid Campeador!Sea-girdled mother of men! Spain, name of glory and power;Cradle of world-grasping ...
LOVE is the blossom where there blowsEvery thing that lives or grows:Love doth make the Heav'ns to move,And the Sun ...
Svch time as Tytan with his fiery beames In highest degree, made duskish Leo sweat Field-tilling Swains driue home their ...
TO THE MARQUIS GINO CAPPONI. I was mistaken, my dear Gino. Long And greatly have I erred. I fancied life ...
GENIUS.Time, Fate, and Fortune have at length conspir'd,To give our Age the day so much desir'd.What all the minutes, houres, ...
'TWAS the Pentecost time of tournamentAt the court of high Castile,And the first, among the Spanish knights,Was the prince of ...
1810As who, while erst the Achaians wall'd the shore, Stood Atlas-like before,A granite face against the Trojan sea Of foes ...
Nat dremyd I in ye mount of pernaso, ne dranke I nevar at pegases welle, the pale pirus saw ...
NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth; She to whom Nature lent All that excelleth; By which the Muses late ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
Tagus, farewell! that westward with thy streams Turns up the grains of gold already tried With spur and sail, for ...
Sit further, and make room for thine own fame, Where just desert enrolles thy honour'd Name The good Interpreter. Some ...
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