Rhodon And Iris. Act III (Ralph Knevet Poems)
SCEN. 1.Clematis Solo Well, if I were but once rid of her service, If I ever serv'd love-sicke mistris againe, I would feed all ...
SCEN. 1.Clematis Solo Well, if I were but once rid of her service, If I ever serv'd love-sicke mistris againe, I would feed all ...
While thus a mind humane, and wise, he shows,All-eloquent of truth his language flows.Youth, tho' depress'd, thro' all his form ...
Now with a general peace the world was blest,While ours, a world divided from the rest,A dreadful quiet felt, and ...
That gallant lady, gloriously bright, The stately pillar once of worthiness, And now a little dust, a naked sprite, Turn'd ...
To-day, O martyred chief, beneath the sunWe would unveil thy form; to thee who wonTh' applause of nations for thy ...
WITHIN the ancient Abbey now are gatheredFrom all the world the high estates of menTo see the Coronation of the ...
As some fond virgin, whom her mother's careDrags from the town to wholesome country air,Just when she learns to roll ...
See yonder wretched little girl,Braving cold, and want, and peril,Wandering through the frozen street,Seeking her she fears to meet;Matted locks ...
The duel of the warring cloudsHath ended with the day;Their scintillant, electric bladesHave ceased their fearful play;The pent up fury ...
How fresh and fair is morn! The dew-beads, dropping bright,Each humble flower adorn With coronets bedight,And jewel the rough thorn With tiny globes ...
That all from Adam first began,None but ungodly Whiston doubts,And that his son and his son's sonWere all but ploughmen, ...
Honour, I say, or honest Fame,I mean the substance, not the name;(Not that light heap of tawdry wares,Ermin, Coronets, and ...
WITH AN AUTOGRAPH.A CHILD of the Republic,I have never bowed the kneeTo coronets or sceptres,To rank or royalty:But when a ...
A TALE OF THE TAURIDE.Mute sat Giray, with downcast eye, As though some spell in sorrow bound him,His slavish courtiers ...
The night had sunk along the city, It was a bleak and cheerless hour;The wild-winds sung their solemn ditty ...
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
Lady Clara Vere de Vere Was eight years old, she said: Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread. ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
Though not for common praise of him, Nor yet for pride or charity, Still would I make to Vanderberg One ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos; Sedjuvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis. (Martial, Epigrams 12.84) What dire offence from am'rous causes ...
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