Funerall Elegy 2. (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Retreate (sad passions) to your chanels now, Let sorrowes inundations cease to flow: Griefes, (which distinguish Mortals from the Gods) Ought to be ...
Retreate (sad passions) to your chanels now, Let sorrowes inundations cease to flow: Griefes, (which distinguish Mortals from the Gods) Ought to be ...
Said the high hill, in the morning: "Look on me--"Behold, sweet earth, sweet sister sky, behold"The red flames on my ...
O my heart, my heart is sick awishing and awaiting:The lad took up his knapsack, he went, he went his ...
I CANNOT tell when first I saw her face;Was it athwart a sunset on the sea,When the huge billows heaved ...
Ho! Brother, I'm a Britisher, A chip of heart of oak,That wouldn't warp or swerve or stir From what I thought or ...
Hear you r o music in the creaks Made by the sallow grasshopper, Who in the hot weeds sharply breaks The mellow dryness ...
Brilliant but burning not-such is thy wit; Or if it wound, it wounds like Love; and all Thy repartees are Cupid's shafts; ...
THE EAGLE of the armies of the West,Dying upon his alp, near to the sky,Through the slow days that paled ...
IWhere West Point crouches, and with lifted shield Turns the whole river eastward through the pass;Whose jutting crags, half silver, ...
IAll valor died not on the plains of Troy.Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joyTo sing of deeds as ...
THE Queen of Birds, t'encrease the Regal Stock, Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak, Whose Middle-part was ...
Tossed like a falcon from the hunter's wrist,A sweeping plunge, a sudden shattering noise,And thou hast dared, with a long ...
O for wings! that I might soar A little way above the floor, A little way beyond the roar— A ...
Where the dark primeval forests Rise against the western skyAnd "the Father of the Waters" In his strength goes rushing ...
THE Queen of Birds, t'encrease the Regal Stock, Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak, Whose Middle-part was ...
'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll'n pride ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
Tossed like a falcon from the hunter's wrist, A sweeping plunge, a sudden shattering noise, And thou hast dared, with ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
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