Rhodon And Iris. Act II (Ralph Knevet Poems)
SCEN. 1.Poneria, Agnostus.Po. Bold foolish wickednesse is that Which walks by day, expos'd to the world's eie. Sinne is the daughter of the darkest ...
SCEN. 1.Poneria, Agnostus.Po. Bold foolish wickednesse is that Which walks by day, expos'd to the world's eie. Sinne is the daughter of the darkest ...
Preface.Hark, dying mortal, if the Sonnet proveA song of living and immortal love,'Tis then thy grand concern the theme to ...
ILong centuries ago, a mighty KingEnthron'd within his palace, gave commandTo summon all the nobles of his realm,And princes of ...
A. Our Father, who the universe didst frame — Our Father, from whose Love all blessings flow, Hallow'd for ever be thy ...
The Inammoration.ARGUMENT. O, DEUS, aut nullo caleat mihi Pectus ab Igne! Aut solo caleat Pectus ab Igne Tui! Languet ut ...
The First PartIn Venice towne not long agoeA cruel Jew did dwell,Which lived all on usurie,As Italian writers tell.Gernutus called ...
Joy, thou beauteous godly lightning,Daughter of Elysium,Fire drunken we are ent'ringHeavenly, thy holy home!Thy enchantments bind together,What did custom stern ...
By night we linger'd on the lawn, For underfoot the herb was dry; And ...
Why is my soul with weariness oppress'd,Whence is this load so heavy on my breast?Why is the tear so often ...
Away despair; my gracious Lord doth heare, Though windes and waves assault my keel, He doth preserve it: ...
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, And howlest, issuing out of night, With blasts ...
I Sing the Man that never Equal knew, Whose Mighty Arms all Asia did subdue, Whose Conquests through the spacious ...
By night we linger'd on the lawn, For underfoot the herb was dry; And genial warmth; and o'er the sky ...
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, And howlest, issuing out of night, With blasts that blow the poplar white, And ...
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of ...
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of ...
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of ...
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