Love Disarmed (Matthew Prior Poems)
Beneath a Myrtle's verdant ShadeAs Cloe half asleep was laid,Cupid perch'd lightly on Her Breast,And in That Heav'n desir'd to ...
Beneath a Myrtle's verdant ShadeAs Cloe half asleep was laid,Cupid perch'd lightly on Her Breast,And in That Heav'n desir'd to ...
The languid Southern night was faintWith wafted breath of odorous bloom!The heavy masses of the treesWere clustered full of dewy ...
Art thou indeed forever gone,Forever, ever, lost to me?Must this poor bosom beat alone,Or beat at all, if not for ...
Thou who such weary Length hast past,Where wilt thou rest, mad Nymph, at last?Say, wilt thou shroud in haunted Cell,Where ...
Like the blush upon the rose When the wooing south wind speaks, Kissing soft its petals, Are thy cheeks. Tender, soft, beseeching, true, Like the ...
The HumiliationThe Summary of the Poem.Theophila, or Divine Love, ascends to her Belov'd by three Degrees. By Humilitie, by Zeal, ...
Neere to the place where Nilus channels runne, There stood a town by loue long since vndone For ...
THREE times dark hovering in the east the nightChas'd with black misty wings the lingering light;And thrice the stars with ...
COM'ST thou with swift wing in thy strength, O Wind!Wilt thou not to my helpless age be kind?And lightly o'er ...
SONG I.WILD wing my notes, fierce passions urge the strain; Strong flame the fires that kindle in my soul; I ...
DEEPLY INTERESTED IN THE SUBJECT OF THEFOLLOWING POEM. But soft, but see, or rather do not see,My fair rose wither.SHAKSPEARE. ...
Through ev'ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns: Now Love prevails, and now Ambition gains Reason's lost Throne, and sov'reign Rule ...
ON READING BURNS'S LETTERS TO THAT LADY. VALLESIA, whose illustrious blood,Deriv'd from chiefs of mighty name,Who long their country's barrier ...
Thou giv'st me flowers, thou giv'st me songs; bring backThe love that I have lost!WHAT wak'st thou, Spring? sweet voices ...
WHEN Solitude's calm voice invites,To taste her pure, unmix'd delights,What can in charms the rural scene surpass?While yet moist Morn's ...
NOT IN THE MANNER, BUT IN THE SPIRIT OF COLLINS. Deep in yon bed of whispering reedsThy airy harp shall ...
Emblem of death! as is its couch, the grave,Doom'd to contain the coward and the brave;Where sleep reclin'd, the guilty ...
The morn arrived; his footstep quickly scared The gentle sleep that round my senses clung, And I, awak'ning, from my ...
Through ev'ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns: Now Love prevails, and now Ambition gains Reason's lost Throne, and sov'reign Rule ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
Poussin! most pleasantly thy pictur'd scenes Beguile the lonely hour; I sit and gaze With lingering eye, till charmed FANCY ...
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