Ralph Knevet Poems (136 Poems)
Rhodon And Iris. Act I (Ralph Knevet Poems)
SCEN. 1.Poneria, Agnostus.Ag. Is the worlds eye not yet asleepe? Po. Hath Jove not yet put on his starry night-cap? No; nor Juno her spangl’d smocke? Ag. What, hath Hesperus forgot to light heavens tapers up? Or be the Charret wheeles of Night o’re loaden with the … Continue reading
Rhodon And Iris. Act III (Ralph Knevet Poems)
SCEN. 1.Clematis Solo Well, if I were but once rid of her service, If I ever serv’d love-sicke mistris againe, I would feed all my life time on Agnus Castus, And give all the world leave to let me dye a maid: I even spoyld a … Continue reading
Rhodon And Iris. Act V (Ralph Knevet Poems)
SCEN. 1.Acanthus, Anthophotus.An. Thou speak’st of things beyond beleefe, Acanthus. Ac. Too true it is, I shrewdly feare, For every circumstance makes it appeare That Rhodon in the mirtle grove, last night, Had private conference with Iris, From whom (it seemes) he tooke the venom’d potion, For now … Continue reading
Rhodon And Iris. Act II (Ralph Knevet Poems)
SCEN. 1.Poneria, Agnostus.Po. Bold foolish wickednesse is that Which walks by day, expos’d to the world’s eie. Sinne is the daughter of the darkest night, And therefore doth abhorre to come to light. Give me that cole blacke sinne that can lye hid. Under the candid robes … Continue reading
Rhodon And Iris. Act IV (Ralph Knevet Poems)
SCEN. 1.Iris, Panace, Violetta.Ir. Curst was the wight that did in murther first Embrue his guilty hands: curst was that hand Which first was taught by damned hellish art To forge the killing blade in Vulcans flames: What raging fury raignes in mortall brests, That man should … Continue reading
A Gallery To The Temple. The Incarnation (Ralph Knevet Poems)
(My God) who dids’t thy glorious throne forsake, And from a Virgin pure thy manhood take, That Thou, thereby mights’t us thy brethren make: Was ever love like thine? Both Men, and Angells, at thy birth did sing, And thy propicious starre did tideings bring, That … Continue reading
Funerall Elegy 1. (Ralph Knevet Poems)
And must our brows with Cypresse sad be bound? Because Calista is with glory crownd, Immortall splendent bayes, that grow upon Mount Sion high, not earthly Helicon. In sable darke must we our bodies dight? Because our Saint is clad in robes of white. Shall we … Continue reading
A Threnode (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Upon the Death of those two Honourable Gentlemen, Sir JOHN BURROWES, late Lieutenant of the English Infantrie in the Ile of Ree, and Sir WILLIAM HEYDON, Lieutenant of the Ordinance The thousand Torch-bearers of Jove, Which mightily to his Bed him … Continue reading
Funerall Elegy 3. (Ralph Knevet Poems)
When Hils, and Valleys, wrap’t in sheets of snow, Did pennance for their summer luxury, And Winter old unto the world did show, The Sceletons of trees, muffling the skye With vapours cold, and strewing frequently The earth with wat’ry confects, then I stood On that … Continue reading
A Gallery To The Temple. The Pilgrimage (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Errours of youth. How did my sorowes mount above My hopes, and threate Me to defeate, While I did wander in a grove, Through crooked pathes of doubts, and feares, Where little light of joy appeares. On neither hand I could descry, A beacon bright, To sett mee right, No … Continue reading
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