On Oxford, The Muses Paradise. (Edward Benlowes Poems)
I. Leave, bashfull Muse, the too hot Latian Shore, To Albions temperate Clime sail or'e; Sing Learnings Tempe, where clear ...
I. Leave, bashfull Muse, the too hot Latian Shore, To Albions temperate Clime sail or'e; Sing Learnings Tempe, where clear ...
To Churchill's Sermons. The manuscript of this unfinished poem was found among the few papers Churchill left behind ...
Era sera e pioveva.--Il tremolante raggioDelle lampade ad olio,--accese nel villaggioDinanzi alle Madonne,--col giallastro baglioreSulle pietre specchiavasi--della strada Maggiore;Sulle pietre, ...
In Days of yore the Story goes,A subterranean Castle rose;Which rear'd its Head a wond'rous Height,The Work of some ingenious ...
Muse! Rise, and plume thy Feet, and let's convers This Mor'n together: Let's rehers Last Evening's Sweets; and run one ...
A TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF THE RIGHT HON. WILLIAM PITT.When, by th' Almighty's dread commandElijah, call'd from Israel's land, ...
Fly, Fancie, Beauties arched Brow, Darts, wing'd with Fire, thence sparkling flow. From Flash of Lightning Eye--balls turn; Contracted Beams ...
Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age; Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, ...
Some blind themselves, 'cause possibly they may Be led by others a right way;They build on sands, which ...
To the Editor Mr. Editor,—The riddling lines which I send you, were written upon a young lady ...
On Water-Gruel, by Desire; occasioned by a singular Adventure.Hail! Water-Gruel, ever sacred Name,Once so propitious to my genial Flame;O! be ...
Alming to profit as to please, We bring No usual Hawk to try her Wing. Come, come Theoph'la, fresh as ...
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
THe Darling of a Father Good and Wise, The Vertue, which a Vertuous Age did prize; The Beauty Excellent even ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age; Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, Usurp the chair ...
Live, live with me, and thou shalt see The pleasures I'll prepare for thee: What sweets the country can afford ...
NEAR Rome, of yore, close to the Florence road, Was seen a humble innkeeper's abode; Small sums were charged; few ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from ...
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