The Mourning Muse Of Thestylis (Lodowick Bryskett Poems)
Come forth, ye Nymphes, come forth, forsake your watry bowres,Forsake your mossy caves, and help me to lament:Help me to ...
Come forth, ye Nymphes, come forth, forsake your watry bowres,Forsake your mossy caves, and help me to lament:Help me to ...
The title page will show, if there thou look,Who are the proper subjects of this book.They're boys and girls of ...
Throned on the rainbow, goddess Aphrodite,Daughter of Zeus, wile-weaver, I beseech thee,Neither with fears nor sorrows, O thou dread one, Thrall ...
Your hands--they are strangely fair!O Fair--for the jewels that sparkle there,--Fair--for the witchery of the spellThat ivory keys alone can ...
That one's blood should be upon one's own head, is, truly, some cause of concern;Still, to think that I still ...
Let those who're fond of idle tricks,Of throwing stones, and hurling bricks, And all that sort of fun,Now hear a tale ...
SET TO MUSIC BY MR. A. PETTIT, OF NORWICH. Once more then farewell! and whilst I'm away, Oh! let not another entangle ...
What dark tempestuous night has been hiding your face?And what claps of thunder frighten you from the bedWhen the fragile ...
One night I held all Europe in my armsAnd all the East, Asia and Africa.Limbs were their armies, those easy ...
Do not go, my love, without askingmy leave. I have watched all night, and nowmy eyes are heavy with sleep. I fear ...
Still, of her course, two hours had night to run; Yet, for departure so had all prepared; So the Egyptians, ...
LET those who're fond of idle tricks,Of throwing stones, and hurling bricks,And all that sort of fun,Now hear a tale ...
BEHOLD those fine threads that are laid to ensnare, And destroy the gay millions that rove;For as wanton and ...
Child of an alien creed, thy heavier sorrows bewailing, Weep not-for ah! more pure-more fair-none with thee may compare them: ...
Why listen, even the water is sobbing for something. The west wind is dead, the waves Forget to hate the ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth; She to whom Nature lent All that excelleth; By which the Muses late ...
Do not go, my love, without asking my leave. I have watched all night, and now my eyes are heavy ...
Let those who're fond of idle tricks, Of throwing stones, and hurling bricks, And all that sort of fun, Now ...
WHat guyle is this, that those her golden tresses, She doth attyre vnder a net of gold: and with sly ...
It is conceit that kills us and makes us cowards instead of gods. Under the great Command: Know thy self, ...
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