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, ...
Almightie Lord, who from thy glorious throneSeest and rulest all things ev'n as one:The smallest ant or atome knows thy ...
I.Ye subjects of Britain, attend to my ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
OF strange events I sing, and portents dire;The wond'rous themes a reverent ear require;Tho' strange the tale, the faithful Muse ...
But may a Rural Pen try to set forthSuch a Great Fathers Ancient Grace and worthI undertake a no less ...
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes ...
When simple Macer, now of high renown,First fought a Poet's Fortune in the Town,'Twas all th' Ambition his high soul ...
My Reason for being one Week absent from her. You ask me why my throbbing breast Heaves with a ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
1. In terrors Los shrunk from his task: His great hammer fell from his hand: His fires beheld, and sickening, ...
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc, When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode: His ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
(Time Night. Scene the woods.) Where shall I turn me? whither shall I bend My weary way? thus worn with ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the ...
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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