Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 1. (William Cowper Poems)
CHORUS OF ANGELS, Singing the Glory of God.To Heaven's bright lyre let Iris be the bow,Adapt the spheres for chords, ...
CHORUS OF ANGELS, Singing the Glory of God.To Heaven's bright lyre let Iris be the bow,Adapt the spheres for chords, ...
Thanne hadde Wit a wif, was hote Dame Studie,That lene was of lere and of liche bothe.She was wonderly wroth ...
Thus I awaked and wroot what I hadde ydremed,And dighte me derely, and dide me to chirche,To here holly the ...
Cupido, unto whos commandementThe gentil kinrede of goddes on hyAnd peple infernal been obedient,And the mortel folk seruen bisyly,Of goddesse ...
Love.See Lover. Venus.Great Love! thy Empire o'er the World extends!To thy soft Charms the whole Creation bends!On Hills, in Streams, ...
When Hils, and Valleys, wrap't in sheets of snow, Did pennance for their summer luxury, And Winter old unto the world did ...
... Begin, ere thou dost older grow,Thy Saviour and thy God to know,His Statutes keep, his Word desire;So shall thy ...
The First Point.In Creating all thinges for our vse, and vs for his glory.O Glorious God, how much is Man,For ...
IN ANSWER TO A POETICAL EPISTLE WRITTEN TOME BY HIM IN WALES, SEPTEMBER 1791. WHILE in long exile far from you ...
Companion dear! or sleeping or awaking,Sleep not again! for lo! the morn is nigh,And in the east that early star ...
Keen was the blast, and bleak the morn, When Lucy took her way, To seek the wretch, whose perjur'd vows ...
QUEEN of inventive thought, thy dreamsHave mark'd the colour of my fate;Still lend thy lightly quivering beams,Guide me through wilds ...
I kening through Astronomy Divine The Worlds bright Battlement, wherein I spyA Golden Path my Pensill cannot line, ...
Joy to Philip, he this dayHas his long coats cast away,And (the childish season gone)Puts the manly breeches on.Officer on ...
Says **** O! where is that brilliancy flown, Which forbad the intrusion of care?That spark evanescent so lately that ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
HER daddie forbad, her minnie forbad Forbidden she wadna be: She wadna trow't the browst she brew'd, Wad taste sae ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
NEAR yon bleak mountain's dizzy height, That hangs o'er AVON's silent wave; By the pale Crescent's glimm'ring light, I sought ...
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