A Gallery To The Temple. The Apparition (Ralph Knevet Poems)
A true French story Three jocund Gallants in their golden age, Court Cock'rells, in their pucellage of witt; For yet Discretion had not ...
A true French story Three jocund Gallants in their golden age, Court Cock'rells, in their pucellage of witt; For yet Discretion had not ...
The spring now come at lastTo Trees, Fields, to Flowres,And meadowes makes to tasteHis pride, while sad showresWhich from mine ...
Though to the world I seeme to bee, Mix'd in a concurse of societye, Farre from a life contemplative, Yet with a Desert ...
The glorious sunne forgetts his birth, And couples with the humble earth, Her wombe impregnates with warme showres, Produceing fruites and flowres: This an ...
ME Thought I pass'd through th'Edalyan Groues,And askt the Graces, if they could directMe to a Lady whom Minerva chose,With ...
Februarie: ?gloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.CVDDIE.AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene ...
May: AEgloga Quinta. Palinode & Piers. Palinode.IS not thilke the mery moneth of May, When loue lads masken in fresh ...
December: ?gloga Duodecima.He gentle shepheard satte beside a springe, All in the shadowe of a bushy brere, That Colin hight, ...
Farewell (sweet Cooke-ham) where I first obtain'dGrace from that Grace where perfit Grace remain'd;And where the Muses gaue their full ...
Being one day at my window all alone,So manie strange things happened me to see,As much it grieueth me to ...
Dear Cynthia, though thou bear'st the name Of the pale Queen of night, ...
Let Lovers that like honey flies After balme dropping showres ...
A Curious Knot God made in Paradise, And drew it out inamled neatly Fresh.It was the True-Love Knot, more ...
If as a flowre doth spread and die, Thou wouldst extend me to some good,Before I were frost's extremitie ...
In Eden ground God bade to blow Hys roses white and red,Ere yet man knew to hate hys foe ...
My Phillis hath the morninge Sunne, at first to looke upon her:And Phillis hath morne-waking birds, her risinge still to ...
COmming to kisse her lyps, (such grace I found) Me seemd I smelt a gardin of sweet flowres: that dainty ...
MEn call you fayre, and you doe credit it, For that your selfe ye dayly such doe see: but the ...
LOe where she comes along with portly pace, Lyke Phoebe from her chamber of the East, Arysing forth to run ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
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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