A Gallery To The Temple. The Deprecation (Ralph Knevet Poems)
(Lord) cease this direfull tintamarre Of civill warre: The bellowing drumme, and trumpet shrill, Are musicke meete, Rather for flameing Sinai Hill, Then Sion sweet. The ...
(Lord) cease this direfull tintamarre Of civill warre: The bellowing drumme, and trumpet shrill, Are musicke meete, Rather for flameing Sinai Hill, Then Sion sweet. The ...
To God our strength sing loud, and clear,Sing loud to God our King,To Jacobs God, that all may hearLoud acclamations ...
Some haue compar'd (and not improperly)him that is tainted with this worst of illsvnto the Swine, who (freely, daily) fillsHis ...
This comes in last, because he comes behindethose whom he wrongs, though in his doing sothe diuell cannot him in ...
FIRE, AIRE, EARTH, WATER, all the OppositesThat stroue in Chaos, powrefull LOVE vnites;And from their Discord drew this Harmonie,Which smiles ...
(Lord) in my Creede I find it not, That Thou dids't downe to Limbo goe: The Scripture mentions no such grotte, Though thy ...
Except my heart, which you bestow'd before,And for a signe of Conquest gave awayAs worthlesse to be kept in your ...
Yong Wallace, fulfillit of hie curage,In prys of armys desirous and sauage,Thi Waslage may neuir be forlorn,Thi deidis ar knawin ...
Part the First.Henry, our royall kind, would ride a huntingTo the greene forest so pleasant and faire;To see the harts ...
Love, that long since hast to thy mighty powrePerforce subdude my poor captived hart,And raging now therein with restlesse stowre,Doest ...
Whan that Bachus, the myghti lorde,And Juno eke, both by one accorde,Hath sette a-broche of myghti wyne a tone,And after ...
How long shall fortune faile me nowe,And harrowe me with fear and dread?How long shall I in bale abide,In misery ...
When as King Henry rulde this land,The second of that name,Besides the queene, he dearly lovdeA faire and comely dame.Most ...
Hee that his mirth hath loste, Whose comfort is dismaid,Whose hope is vaine, whose faith is scorned, Whose trust is ...
Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show, Of touch, or marble; nor canst boast a rowOf polish'd pillars, or ...
Madame,VVhil'st that, for which all vertue now is sold, And almost every vice, almightie gold,That which, to boote with hell, ...
A faire Mayde wed to prying Jealousie,One of the fairest as ever I did see:If that thou wilt a secret ...
IF ye gae up to yon hill-tap, Ye'll there see bonie Peggy; She kens her father is a laird, And ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
Deare Friend. I heare this Towne does soe abound, With sawcy Censurers, that faults are found, With what of late ...
To God our strength sing loud, and clear, Sing loud to God our King, To Jacobs God, that all may ...
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