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, ...
THE PRELIBATION To the SACRIFICE.ARGUMENT. Spes alit occiduas qui Sublunaribus haeret; Rivales JESUS non in Amore sinit. Quid mihi non ...
The Inammoration.ARGUMENT. O, DEUS, aut nullo caleat mihi Pectus ab Igne! Aut solo caleat Pectus ab Igne Tui! Languet ut ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips ...
But now Sabrina's guilty fire returns, Her bosom with the raging passion burns: She with a female tenderness relents, And ...
Astrea, eldest born of Jove, Whom all the gods revere and love, Was sent, while man deserv'd their care, On ...
Dear Joy, what have I done thee, That thou shouldest ...
MY canty, witty, rhyming plughman,I haftin's dout, it is na' true, man,That ye between the stilts was bred,Wi' plughman school'd ...
Farewell! —and if for ever —what a doubtStrikes through the soul at that tremendous thought!'Tis not the world's for ever ...
Stay, Gentile, stay thy sacrilegious hand!Pass not thy furrows o'er my cherish'd land.Think you I heeded not to hear you ...
STAY , Gentile, stay thy sacrilegious hand!Pass not thy furrows o'er my cherish'd land.Think you I heeded not to hear ...
Sweetest Saviour, if my soul Were but worth the having,Quickly should I then controll ...
O WISDOM! if thy soft controulCan sooth the sickness of the soul,Can bid the warring passions cease,And breathe the balm ...
Praise to placeless proud ability, Let the prudent muse disclaim;And sing the Statesman—all civility— Whom moderate talents raise to fame.He, ...
A much-discerning Public hold The Singer generally sings And prints and sells his past for gold. Whatever I may here ...
Man. SWEETEST Saviour, if my soul Were but worth the having, Quickly should I then control Any thought of waving. ...
DEAR Myra, the captive ribband's mine, 'Twas all my faithful love could gain; And would you ask me to resign ...
GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date, When I was bardless, young, and blate, An' first could thresh the barn, ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips and hands Our staffs and weapons ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
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