The Passion Of Dido For Aeneas (John Denham Poems)
Having at large declared Jove's embassy,Cyllenius from Aeneas straight doth fly;He, loth to disobey the god's command,Nor willing to forsake ...
Having at large declared Jove's embassy,Cyllenius from Aeneas straight doth fly;He, loth to disobey the god's command,Nor willing to forsake ...
WHO DIED JAN. 21, 1800. Sweet is the voice of Friendship to the ear, Sweet is Affection's mildly-beaming eye, Sweet the applause which ...
At the window I lean,And my heart is a mist.Tis a whispering scene,Where all was whist!Whist and still was the ...
"SAD one, must you weep alway? Youth's ill wedded with despair;Ringless hand and robe of grey Mock the charms which they declare."Sad ...
HIS cherished woods are mute. The stream glides downThe hill as when I knew it years ago;The dark, pine arbor ...
How many bards gild the lapses of time!A few of them have ever been the foodOf my delighted fancy,-I could ...
A Microcosm In Terza RimaI.Quiet I lay at last, and knew no moreWhether I breathed or not, so worn I ...
. Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the ...
1.THOU art of this world, Christ. Thou know'st it all;Thou know'st our evens, our morns, our red and gray;How moons, ...
"FOR me, kind Heaven, a lovely Bride"Decked with your choicest gifts, provide!"In wisdom, virtue, beauty, grace,"All other Nymphs ...
Not here in the populous town,In the playhouse or mart,Not here in the ways gray and brown,Bnt afar on the ...
Written on Farm Wood, South Downs, May 1784. SPRING'S dewy hand on this fair summit weavesThe downy grass, with tufts ...
How I do love thee, Beaumont, and thy muse,That unto me dost such religion use!How I do fear myself, that ...
How many bards gild the lapses of time! A few of them have ever been the food Of my delighted ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
Once in the wind of morning I ranged the thymy wold; The world-wide air was azure And all the brooks ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
So gay a Flower Bereaves the Mind As if it were a Woe -- Is Beauty an Affliction -- then? ...
Michelle, the thought of you confused or under siege bereaves us; you, the cheerful heart who waged a silent war ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
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