A Gallery To The Temple. The Feast (Ralph Knevet Poems)
(Yee divine Epicures) whom sacred thirst Of high Beatitude, doth move, T'approche this Table; Here drinke, till yee burst Into a flood of ...
(Yee divine Epicures) whom sacred thirst Of high Beatitude, doth move, T'approche this Table; Here drinke, till yee burst Into a flood of ...
ALthough we at a distance stand; if greatThe Fire be, the Body through will heat.Yet those sharpe Atomes we do ...
A certain dead creature in mine armes I take,With her back to my bosome, great glee doth she makeAs thus ...
Nowe warlike Hector doth depart with Paris out the towne,They willing both in armes to shewe some deede of great ...
Thou, whose sweet youth and early hopes inhanceThy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure,Hearken unto a Vesper, ...
The First Part'When Flora with her fragrant flowersBedeckt the earth so trim and gaye,And Neptune with his daintye showersCame to ...
The First Part.In Ireland, ferr over the sea,There dwelleth a bonnye kinge;And with him a yong and comlye knighte,Men call ...
Part 10 PROLOGUE TO CHAUCER'S TALE OF SIR THOPAS Bihoold the murye ...
Part the FirstLithe and listen, gentlemen,To sing a song I will beginne:It is of a lord of faire Scotland,Which was ...
How long shall fortune faile me nowe,And harrowe me with fear and dread?How long shall I in bale abide,In misery ...
August: ?gloga Octaua. Willye. Perigot. Cuddie.Willye.Ell me Perigot, what shalbe the game, Wherefore with myne thou dare thy musick matche? ...
GENIUS.Time, Fate, and Fortune have at length conspir'd,To give our Age the day so much desir'd.What all the minutes, houres, ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awayeYe poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie ...
Childe Waters in his stable stoodeAnd stroakt his milke-white steede; To him a fayre yonge ladye cameAs ever ware womans ...
How blest art thou, canst love the countrey, Wroth, Whether by choyce, or fate, or both!And, though so neere the ...
Fie on these Lydian tunes which blunt our sprightsAnd turne our gallants to Hermaphrodites:Giue me a Doricke touch, whose Semphony,And ...
Part 30 PROLOGUE TO THE PERSOUNS TALE Heere folweth the Prologe of ...
_Deere Chryste, let not the cheere of earth, To fill our hearts with heedless mirth This holy Christmasse time; ...
When that I poore soule was borne,I was borne unfortunate:Presently the Fates had sworne,To fore-tell my haplesse state.Titan his faire ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
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