Theophila Or Loves Sacrifice. Canto X (Edward Benlowes Poems)
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD. The Abnegation.ARGUMENT. What's potent Opulencie? What's remiss Voluptuousness? World, what's All This, To That the ...
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD. The Abnegation.ARGUMENT. What's potent Opulencie? What's remiss Voluptuousness? World, what's All This, To That the ...
I. Leave, bashfull Muse, the too hot Latian Shore, To Albions temperate Clime sail or'e; Sing Learnings Tempe, where clear ...
GIVE me O indulgent Fate!Give me yet, before I Dye,A sweet, but absolute Retreat,'Mongst Paths so lost, and Trees so ...
Luc. Phar. Lib. .I. Come, Life's long Hope, and on thy peaceful Breast My burning Temples let me rest! Worn ...
While my sad Muse the darkest Covert Sought, To give a loose to Melancholy Thought; Opprest, and sighing with the ...
Rebellion hath broken up house,And hath left me old lumber to sell;Come hither and take your choice,I'll promise to use ...
Who is the honest man?He that doth still and strongly good pursue,To God, his neighbour, and himself most true: ...
A Shepherd seeking with his Lass To shun the Heat of Day;Was seated on the shadow'd Grass, Near which ...
Of what an easie quick accesse,My blessed Lord, art thou! how suddenly May our requests thine eare ...
Would you, my Friend, true Happiness obtain I'll tell you how that Treasure you may gain, Not Wealth, nor Wit, ...
My Friend, perswade me not to stay, When Love and Beauty calls away: Let him be wretched, whom the Rain ...
I Sing the Man that never Equal knew, Whose Mighty Arms all Asia did subdue, Whose Conquests through the spacious ...
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
SWeet is the Rose, but growes vpon a brere; Sweet is the Iunipere, but sharpe his bough; sweet is the ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
See how the Orient Dew, Shed from the Bosom of the Morn Into the blowing Roses, Yet careless of its ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
To make a final conquest of all me, Love did compose so sweet an Enemy, In whom both Beauties to ...
When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold, In slender Book his vast Design unfold, Messiah Crown'd, Gods Reconcil'd Decree, ...
What needs my Shakespear for his honour'd Bones, The labour of an age in piled Stones, Or that his hallow'd ...
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