To My Fancie Upon Theophila (Edward Benlowes Poems)
Fly, Fancie, Beauties arched Brow, Darts, wing'd with Fire, thence sparkling flow. From Flash of Lightning Eye--balls turn; Contracted Beams ...
Fly, Fancie, Beauties arched Brow, Darts, wing'd with Fire, thence sparkling flow. From Flash of Lightning Eye--balls turn; Contracted Beams ...
Farewell, old playmate! on thy sandy shore My lingering feet will leave their print no more; To thy ...
If you want a thing bad enoughTo go out and fight for it,Work day and night for it,Give up your ...
Captains of industry, your aimless powerAwakens harsh velleities of time:Let you, brother, captaining your hourBe zealous that your numbers are ...
If as the winds and waters here below Do fly and flow, My sighs and tears as busy were above; ...
NO master sage, nor orator I know, Who can success, like gentle Cupid show; His ways and arguments are pleasing ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
Quarter to three: I wake again at the hour of his birth Thirty years ago and now he paces corridors ...
MY Martial owns a garden, famed to please, Beyond the glades of the Hesperides; Along Janiculum lies the chosen block ...
O NEVER say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify! As easy might I ...
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seemed my flame to qualify. As easy might I ...
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery so ...
O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I ...
What beck'ning ghost, along the moon-light shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? 'Tis she!--but why that bleeding ...
I O fairest flower no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie, Summers chief honour if thou hadst ...
OH, I am grown so free from care Since my heart broke! I set my throat against the air, I ...
If you want a thing bad enough To go out and fight for it, Work day and night for it, ...
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