The Authors Dreame To The Ladie Marie (Aemilia Lanyer Poems)
ME Thought I pass'd through th'Edalyan Groues,And askt the Graces, if they could directMe to a Lady whom Minerva chose,With ...
ME Thought I pass'd through th'Edalyan Groues,And askt the Graces, if they could directMe to a Lady whom Minerva chose,With ...
Keen was the blast, and bleak the morn, When Lucy took her way, To seek the wretch, whose perjur'd vows ...
THO' to Antiquity the Praise we yield Of pleasing Arts; and Fable's earli'st Field Own to be fruitful Greece; yet ...
Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. Mr. B---n---r---d goes to the Rooms. His Opinion of Gaming. ...
SOUTHWARD of Borneo's isle there lies A little cluster fair,Fam'd for the produce of sweet spice, And England ...
NOW yellow autumn's leafy ruins lieIn faded splendor, on deserted plains,Far from the madding crowd, alone I fly,To wake in ...
ON SEEING IT ENTANGLED ON THE TABLE OF A NEGLIGENT FEMALE. ON Celia's toilet, spread with trinkets gay,A skein of ...
"COMMANDING pow'r! whose hand with plastic art Bids the rude stone to grace and being start; Swell to the waving ...
In vain for thee, the gifts proud Nature gave,The faultless person, and the exalted mind,The martial spirit which adorns the ...
Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps doth die; And this ...
YE children of Pleasure, come hither and see A sight that shall check your irreverent glee! Ye children of Woe, ...
Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps doth die; And this security, It is ...
Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And ...
To the Shadow Letters and lines we see are soon defac'd, Metals do waste and fret with canker's rust, The ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth, To mingle with his stars; and every muse, Astonish'd into silence, ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
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