Song from The Silent Woman (Ben Jonson Poem)
Still to be neat, still to be dressed, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still ...
Still to be neat, still to be dressed, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still ...
STILL to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powder'd, still ...
Whenas in silks my Julia goes, Till, then, methinks, how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes! Next, when I ...
[This song was intended to be introduced in a dramatic poem entitled Mahomet, the plan of which was not carried ...
Come hither, lyttel childe, and lie upon my breast to-night, For yonder fares an angell yclad in raimaunt white, And ...
But let us leave Queen Mab a while, Through many a gate, o'er many a stile, That now had gotten ...
The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft -- yieldeth me -- If any ask me why -- 'Twere easier to ...
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
I AM that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal ...
Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things; Grow rich in ...
Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust, And thou my mind aspire to higher things: Grow rich in ...
Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things! Grow rich in ...
IN vaine I seeke and sew to her for grace, and doe myne humbled hart before her poure: the whiles ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon, Journey's jargon, how I in harsh ...
It was the Bondi golfing man Drove off from the golf house tee, And he had taken his little daughter ...
Sit further, and make room for thine own fame, Where just desert enrolles thy honour'd Name The good Interpreter. Some ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories