A Threnode (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Upon the Death of those two Honourable Gentlemen, Sir JOHN BURROWES, late Lieutenant of the English Infantrie in the Ile ...
Upon the Death of those two Honourable Gentlemen, Sir JOHN BURROWES, late Lieutenant of the English Infantrie in the Ile ...
Come forth, ye Nymphes, come forth, forsake your watry bowres,Forsake your mossy caves, and help me to lament:Help me to ...
The spring now come at lastTo Trees, Fields, to Flowres,And meadowes makes to tasteHis pride, while sad showresWhich from mine ...
O me, the time is come to part,And with it my life-killing smart:Fond Hope leave me, my deare must goe,To ...
When night's blacke Mantle could most darknesse prove,And sleepe (deaths Image) did my senses hyre,From Knowledge of my selfe, then ...
O dearest eyes, the lights, and guides of Love,The joyes of Cupid, who himselfe borne blinde,To your bright shining, doth ...
Come darkest Night, becomming sorrow best,Light leave thy light, fit for a lightsome soule:Darknesse doth truely sute with me opprest,Whom ...
The Sunne which glads, the earth at his bright sight,When in the morne he showes his golden face,And takes the ...
Which should I better like of, day or night?Since all the day, I live in bitter woe:Injoying light more cleere ...
As darknesse a privation is of Light;That's when the Optick Nerve is stopt from Light:So Death is even a cessation ...
THE PLEASVRE OF RETIREMENT. The Reinvitation. THEOPHISA's fill'd wth Sweetness, & so Fair: Her Eyes so mild, her Breath perfumes ...
Rehearse to me ye sacred Sisters nine:The golden brood of great Apolloes wit,Those piteous plaints and sorrowful sad tine,Which late ...
Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspireInto my feeble breast, too full of ...
Love, lift me up upon thy golden wingsFrom this base world unto thy heavens hight,Where I may see those admirable ...
Almightie Lord, who from thy glorious throneSeest and rulest all things ev'n as one:The smallest ant or atome knows thy ...
Love, that long since hast to thy mighty powrePerforce subdude my poor captived hart,And raging now therein with restlesse stowre,Doest ...
Looke how the russet morne exceeds the night, How sleekest Jett yields to the di'monds light, So farr the glory ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
Lyke as a ship that through the Ocean wyde, by conduct of some star doth make her way. whenas a ...
And ye high heauens, the temple of the gods, In which a thousand torches flaming bright Doe burne, that to ...
TO all those happy blessings which ye haue, with plenteous hand by heauen vpon you thrown: this one disparagement they ...
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