To Cynthia On A Parting Kisse (Francis Kynaston Poems)
So would a soul, if that it did but know (Being form'd in ...
So would a soul, if that it did but know (Being form'd in ...
O who will show me those delights on high? Echo. ...
Oh Book! infinite sweetnesse! let my heart Suck ev'ry letter, and a hony gain, Precious for any grief ...
Lament eche one the blazing fire That downe from heaven came,And burnt S. Powles his lofty spyre With ...
Lenten ys come with love to toune,With blosmen and with briddes roune,That al this blisse bryngeth;Dayes-eyes in this dales,Notes suete ...
Money, thou bane of blisse, and source of wo, Whence com'st thou, that thou art so fresh and fine? ...
The yere of our Lord m. ccc. l. and two:Vpon the xi day in the moneth of Febever:The soul of ...
This monument presents unto your vieweA woman rare, in whom all grace divine,Faith, Love, Zeal, Piety, in splendid hue,With sacred ...
Prayer the Churches banquet, Angels age, Gods breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
LO here a little volume, but great Book A nest of new-born sweets; Whose native fires disdaining To ly thus ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
Goe and count her better houres; They more happie are than ours. The day that gives her any blisse Make ...
FAyre bosome fraught with vertues richest tresure, The neast of loue, the lodging of delight: the bowre of blisse, the ...
SHE fell away in her first ages spring, Whil'st yet her leafe was greene, and fresh her rinde, And whil'st ...
AFter long stormes and tempests sad assay, Which hardly I endured heretofore: in dread of death and daungerous dismay, with ...
VNrighteous Lord of loue what law is this, That me thou makest thus tormented be: the whiles she lordeth in ...
THis holy season fit to fast and pray, Men to deuotion ought to be inclynd: therefore, I lykewise on so ...
OFt when my spirit doth spred her bolder winges, In mind to mount vp to the purest sky: it down ...
HOw long shall this lyke dying lyfe endure, And know no end of her owne mysery: but wast and weare ...
Wee falsely think it due unto our friends, That we should grieve for their too early ends: He that surveys ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories