The Shepheardes Calender: June (Edmund Spenser Poems)
June: AEgloga Sexta. HOBBINOL & COLIN Cloute.HOBBINOL.LO! Collin, here the place, whose pleasaunt syte From other shades hath weand my ...
Poems about ayre (21 Poems)
XI: Epode (Ben Jonson Poems)
Not to know vice at all, and keepe true state, Is vertue, and not Fate:Next, to that vertue, is to ...
To Penshurst (Ben Jonson Poems)
Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show, Of touch, or marble; nor canst boast a rowOf polish'd pillars, or ...
On The Death Of Burns (Anne MacVicar Grant Poems)
WHAT adverse fate awaits the tuneful train!Has OTWAY died and SPENCER liv'd in vain?In vain has COLLINS , Fancy's pensive ...
To Cynthia An Apologie (Francis Kynaston Poems)
Expect not (lovely Cynthia) yet from me Lines like thy fairest selfe, so ...
The Speech (Ben Jonson Poems)
The long laments I spent for ruin'd Troy,Are dried; and now mine eyes run teares of joy.No more shall men ...
Another of the Same, by Firmius the Sheepheard (Bartholomew Young Poems)
If that the gentle winde dooth moove the leaves with pleasant sound,If that the ...
To Cynthia On Seeing And Touching (Francis Kynaston Poems)
Wert thou as kinde as thou art faire, All men might have a ...
Your Riches – taugh (Emily Dickinson Poems)
299Your Riches - taught me - Poverty.Myself - a MillionaireIn little Wealths, as Girls could boastTill broad as Buenos Ayre ...
Of The Same (The Revels) (Francis Kynaston Poems)
Of late the heaven with cold was clos'd up so, Frost bound the ...
Noe more unto my thoughts appeare (Sidney Godolphin Poem)
NOE more unto my thoughts appeare, Att least appeare lesse fayre, For crazy tempers justly feare The goodnesse of the ...
Your Riches — taught me — Poverty. (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Your Riches -- taught me -- Poverty. Myself -- a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could boast Till broad ...
Eclogues (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
A Translation Of The Nightingale Out Of Strada (William Strode Poems)
Now the declining sun 'gan downwards bend From higher heavens, and from his locks did send A milder flame, when ...
Her Epitaph (William Strode Poems)
Happy Grave, thou dost enshrine That which makes thee a rich mine: Remember yet, 'tis but a loane; And wee ...
In Commendation Of Musick (William Strode Poems)
When whispering straynes doe softly steale With creeping passion through the hart, And when at every touch wee feele Our ...
On A Dissembler (William Strode Poems)
Could any shewe where Plynyes people dwell Whose head stands in their breast; who cannot tell A smoothing lye because ...
Opposite To Meloncholly (William Strode Poems)
Returne my joyes, and hither bring A tongue not made to speake but sing, A jolly spleene, an inward feast, ...
Sonnet LV (Edmund Spenser Poems)
SO oft as I her beauty doe behold, And therewith doe her cruelty compare: I maruaile of what substance was ...
Sonnet LVIII By Her That Is Most Assured To Her Selfe (Edmund Spenser Poems)
WEake is th'assurance that weake flesh reposeth, In her owne powre and scorneth others ayde: that soonest fals when as ...
Sonnet 17 (John Milton Poems)
XVII Lawrence of vertuous Father vertuous Son, Now that the Fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we ...