TO PANSIES (Robert Herrick Poem)
Ah, Cruel Love! must I endure Thy many scorns, and find no cure? Say, are thy medicines made to be ...
Ah, Cruel Love! must I endure Thy many scorns, and find no cure? Say, are thy medicines made to be ...
Though hourly comforts from the gods we see, No life is yet life-proof from misery. (Robert Herrick)
Then a hermit, who visited the city once a year, came forth and said, "Speak to us of Pleasure." And ...
It's dark, I cannot see, Left alone to be; Friends cannot be found; By these chains, I am bound. ***** ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
TO you, my friends, allow me to detail, The feats of monks in Catalonia's vale, Where oft the holy fathers ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
At his Birthday Feast With memories old and wishes new We crown our cups again, And here's to you, and ...
Their Height in Heaven comforts not -- Their Glory -- nought to me -- 'Twas best imperfect -- as it ...
Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture -- we discover -- Or a splintered ...
Even tonight will pass into memory's oblivion, doomed, despite an ardent reunion of once estranged yet precisely matched parts, to ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
The new-born child of gospel grace, Like some fair tree when summer's nigh, Beneath Emmanuel's shining face Lifts up his ...
O God, whose favorable eye, The sin-sick soul revives, Holy and heavenly is the joy Thy shining presence gives. Not ...
Lord, my soul with pleasure springs When Jesu's name I hear: And when God the Spirit brings The word of ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
Sometimes a light surprises The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises With healing on His wings; ...
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
O Lord, Thou hear'st my daily moan And see'st my dropping tears. My troubles all are Thee before, My longings ...
Come, let us tell the weeds in ditches How we are poor, who once had riches, And lie out in ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
FRIEND of the Poet, tried and leal, Wha, wanting thee, might beg or steal; Alake, alake, the meikle deil Wi' ...
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
'TIS Friendship's pledge, my young, fair Friend, Nor thou the gift refuse, Nor with unwilling ear attend The moralising Muse. ...
NO churchman am I for to rail and to write, No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight, No ...
WHEN Princes and Prelates, And hot-headed zealots, A' Europe had set in a low, a low, The poor man lies ...
The wild winds weep And the night is a-cold; Come hither, Sleep, And my griefs infold: But lo! the morning ...
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