To my honoured Friend Mr. George Sandys (Henry King Poems)
It is, Sir, a confest intrusion hereThat I before your labours do appear,Which no loud Herald need, that may proclaimOr ...
It is, Sir, a confest intrusion hereThat I before your labours do appear,Which no loud Herald need, that may proclaimOr ...
Quivering fears, Heart-tearing cares,Anxious sighs, Untimely tears,Fly, fly to Courts,Fly to fond worldling's sports,Where strained Sardonic smiles are glossing still,And ...
False one! You have oft profess'd,I alone could make you blest;Wherefore then am I despis'd?Wherefore is my Rival priz'd?Why, he's ...
If in this Glass of Humours you do findThe Passions or diseases of your mind,Here without pain, you safely may ...
Condemn'd by Fate to way-ward Curse, Of Friends unkind, and empty Purse: Plagues worse than fill'd ...
You that at ev'ry trifling Cross repine, And tax the Ways of Providence Divine; You that to ev'ry soft Temptation ...
IHow vain is Life! which rightly we compare To flying Posts, that haste away;To Plants, that fade with the declining ...
BRITANNIA.Wretched Britannia! Hapless and undone! How have my Follies call'd this Vengeance down, And anger'd Heav'n to so severe a ...
Their father's blessing on their knees they take,And now to Memphis quick advances make,Where safe arriv'd, but fearful of their ...
Still with impatient love Sabrina pines,And now to speak the fatal truth designs;Sooth'd by her own indulgent hopes, which traceA ...
But now Sabrina's guilty fire returns, Her bosom with the raging passion burns: She with a female tenderness relents, And ...
In Fanscomb Barn (who knows not Fanscomb Barn?) Seated between the sides of rising Hills, Whose airy Tops o'erlook the ...
I. So long had Poetry possessed been By Pagans, that a Right in her they claim'd, Pleaded Prescription for their ...
UPON HIS TWO FIRST BOOKS OF GONDIBERT FINISHED BEFORE HIS VOYAGE TO AMERICA. METHINKS heroick poesy till now, Like some ...
What art thou, Life? The shadow of a dream: The past and future dwell in thought alone; The present, ere ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
Cou'd our First Father, at his toilsome Plough, Thorns in his Path, and Labour on his Brow, Cloath'd only in ...
'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 ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
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