Sonnet XLIX: Thou Leaden Brain (Michael Drayton Poem)
Thou leaden brain, which censur'st what I write, And say'st my lines be dull and do not move, I marvel ...
Thou leaden brain, which censur'st what I write, And say'st my lines be dull and do not move, I marvel ...
You best discern'd of my mind's inward eyes, And yet your graces outwardly divine, Whose dear remembrance in my bosom ...
To Admiration Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire, Ravish'd a world beyond the farthest thought, And knowing more ...
This life is sweetest; in this wood I hear no children cry for food; I see no woman, white with ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down Among the famous palaces and cities of renown, ...
'Tis fine to see the Old World, and travel up and down Among the famous palaces and cities of renown, ...
Spit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side, Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me, For I have ...
I never stoop'd so low, as they Which on an eye, cheeke, lip, can prey, Seldom to them, which soare ...
Has life ever dumped you in a heap? Perhaps you've found self belief so strongly reinforcing that doubt never enters ...
I'm reading fellow poets' blogs today, a sustaining source of entertainment; I admire their style without exciting comment or resorting ...
When I was just a little boy, Before I went to school, I had a fleet of forty sail I ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
Revolving in their destin'd sphere, The hours begin another year As rapidly to fly; Ah! think, Maria, (e'er in grey ...
The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy ...
Why is it that Poetry has never yet been subjected to that process of Dilution which has proved so advantageous ...
I never loved a dear Gazelle-- Nor anything that cost me much: High prices profit those who sell, But why ...
When on the sandy shore I sit, Beside the salt sea-wave, And fall into a weeping fit Because I dare ...
Tweedledee said to Alice, "You like poetry-" "Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "What shall I repeat to her," ...
FOR her gait, if she be walking; Be she sitting, I desire her For her state's sake; and admire her ...
When with me the play she goes, I much admire the buds and bows And all that on Kate's headgear ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Proem. 1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, 1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire, With bright, but mild affection shine: Though they might kindle less desire, Love, ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
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