Cumnor Hall (William Mickle Poems)
The dews of summer nighte did falle,The moone (sweete regente of the skye)Silver'd the walles of Cumnor Halle,And manye an ...
The dews of summer nighte did falle,The moone (sweete regente of the skye)Silver'd the walles of Cumnor Halle,And manye an ...
Almighty God, beholding Man,Depryued of his blessednesse,)To looke with visage pale and wan,(By reason of his wretchednesse.)And knowing him in ...
Phylida was a faire mayde,As fresh as any flowre;Whom Harpalus the herdman praydeTo be his paramour.Harpalus, and eke Corin,Were herdmen ...
The King of Heaven, the Conquerour Of Earth, and Hell, mounts on An Asse, which never did before, Weare bridle, or caparison: For t'was ...
Like as the theefe in prison cast, With wofull wayling mones,When hope of pardon cleane is past, And sighes with dolefull grones:So ...
When Phoebus is ascendent in the morne, With the old Archer, or cold Capricorne, The world remaines forlorne: The Birds, are then as ...
Oh what fraile things Are Kings? They seeme immortall Gods, Yet have their periods: And must take harbour in that cell, Where wormes unhospitall doe ...
Rehearse to me ye sacred Sisters nine:The golden brood of great Apolloes wit,Those piteous plaints and sorrowful sad tine,Which late ...
Neere to the place where Nilus channels runne, There stood a town by loue long since vndone For ...
Love, that long since hast to thy mighty powrePerforce subdude my poor captived hart,And raging now therein with restlesse stowre,Doest ...
Farewell (sweet Cooke-ham) where I first obtain'dGrace from that Grace where perfit Grace remain'd;And where the Muses gaue their full ...
As I walked of late by 'an' wood side,To God for to meditate was my entent,Where under a hawthorne I ...
Januarie: ?gloga Prime. Colin Cloute.A Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call)when Winters wastful spight was almost spent,All in a ...
My Phillida, adieu love!For evermore farewel!Ay me! I've lost my true love,And thus I ring her knell,Ding dong, ding dong, ...
Faction, that ever dwells in Courte where witt excels, Hath sett defiance;Fortune and Love have sworne that they were ...
My forlorne muse that neuer trode the path That leades to top of hie Pierion mount,Nor neuer washt within the ...
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
One day, whiles that my daylie cares did sleepe, My spirit, shaking off her earthly prison, Began to enter into ...
IN that proud port, which her so goodly graceth, whiles her faire face she reares vp to the skie: and ...
See how the stubborne damzell doth depraue my simple meaning with disdaynfull scorne: and by the bay which I vnto ...
SInce I did leaue the presence of my loue, Many long weary dayes I haue outworne: and many nights, that ...
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