Theophila Or Loves Sacrifice. Canto IX (Edward Benlowes Poems)
The RECAPITULATION.And Pourtrait of a Heav'nly breathing Soul. Whoso delights to burn in holy Fire Of Virgin fair Theophila, Joy, ...
The RECAPITULATION.And Pourtrait of a Heav'nly breathing Soul. Whoso delights to burn in holy Fire Of Virgin fair Theophila, Joy, ...
I. Not the Pellaean Conquerour, To whose insatiate restless Mind The spacious Globe too narrow did appear; It made him ...
THE trees have now hid at the edge of the hurstThe spot where the ruins decayOf the cottage, where Will ...
WRITTEN FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF HIS BIRTH, JANUARY 25, 1859.A HUNDRED years ago, when George was King, The second monarch ...
I am a decay'd macaroni, My lodging's up three pair of stairs; My cheeks are grown wondrously bony, And grey, ...
To the Superior World to Solemn PeaceTo Regions where Delights shall never ceaseTo Living Springs and to Celestial shadeFor change ...
YES , even amid these wilds forlorn,Where, shivering on the naked spray,The drooping songsters seem to mournThe languid sun's declining ...
LOUD broke the surge upon the sullen rock,The startled valleys echoed back the shock;Hard blew the wind, and far as ...
I've got to tell youhow I love you alwaysI think of it on greymornings with deathin my mouth the teais ...
THE SLEEPING WOODMAN. Written in April, 1790. YE copses wild, where April bids ariseThe vernal grasses, and the early flowers;My ...
Death! Thy cold hand the brightest flower has chill'd, That e'er suffused love's cheek with rosy dies; Quench'd the soft ...
They say beautiful were those timesWhen in a golden pillar rose the sacred flames And Rome looked to white virgins ...
Threading a darksome passage all alone, The taper's flame, by envious current blown, Crouched low, and eddied round, as in ...
It was an artless Bandar, and he danced upon a pine, And much I wondered how he lived, and where ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Whene'er I view those lips of thine, Their hue invites my fervent kiss; Yet, I forego that bliss divine, Alas! ...
As, when a lofty pile is raised, We never hear the workmen praised, Who bring the lime, or place the ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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