A Gallery To The Temple. The Pilgrimage (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Errours of youth. How did my sorowes mount above My hopes, and threate Me to defeate, While I did wander in a grove, Through crooked ...
Poems about dresse (16 Poems)
The Patient Countess. – extracted from Albion’s England (William Warner Poems)
Impatience chaungeth smoke to flame, but jealousie is hell;Some wives by patience have reduc'd ill husbands to live well:As did ...
Eclogue The First (Thomas Chatterton Poems)
WHANNE Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wound;From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie,Kennynge her legeful sonnes falle all ...
A Gallery To The Temple. Simplicitye (Ralph Knevet Poems)
A middle way some did attempte to find, T'wixt Truth, and Falsity: But They their Logicke lost, or left behind, And their philosophye, When ...
A Fly Caught In A Cobweb (Richard Lovelace Poems)
Small type of great ones, that do humWithin this whole world's narrow room,That with a busie hollow noiseCatch at the ...
7 (Song 1) (Mary Wroth Poems)
The spring now come at lastTo Trees, Fields, to Flowres,And meadowes makes to tasteHis pride, while sad showresWhich from mine ...
The Church-Porch. Perirrhanterium (George Herbert Poems)
Thou, whose sweet youth and early hopes inhanceThy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure,Hearken unto a Vesper, ...
Guy and Amarant (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Guy journeyes towards that sanctifyed groundWhereas the Jewes fayre citye sometime stood,Wherin our Saviours sacred head was crownd,And where for ...
The Bride’s Burial. To The Tune Of The Lady’s Fall (Anonymous British Poems)
Come mourne, come mourne with mee,You loyall lovers all;Lament my loss in weeds of woe,Whom griping grief doth thrall.Like to ...
Home (George Herbert Poems)
Come, Lord, my head doth burn, my heart is sick, While thou dost ever, ever stay:Thy long deferrings ...
To Cynthia On Her Looking Glasse (Francis Kynaston Poems)
Give me leave (fairest Cynthia) to envy Thy looking glasse farre happyer then ...
Gentilesse (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
The firste stok, fader of gentilesse —What man that desireth gentil for to beMust folowe his trace, and alle his ...
Those Ladies, Sir, we Virtuosa’s call (Edward Benlowes Poems)
Those Ladies, Sir, we Virtuosa's call, But Copies are to this Original; Whose charming Empire of her Grace does Sense ...
The Sonne (George Herbert Poems)
Let forrain nations of their language boast,What fine varietie each tongue affords:I like our language, as our men and coast;Who ...
L’Impur Et Fier Epoux (Andre Marie de Chenier Poems)
L'impur et fier ?poux que la ch?vre d?sire Baisse le front, se dresse et cherche le satyre. Le satyre, averti ...
Eclogues (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...