The Authors Dreame To The Ladie Marie (Aemilia Lanyer Poems)
ME Thought I pass'd through th'Edalyan Groues,And askt the Graces, if they could directMe to a Lady whom Minerva chose,With ...
ME Thought I pass'd through th'Edalyan Groues,And askt the Graces, if they could directMe to a Lady whom Minerva chose,With ...
Svch time as Tytan with his fiery beames In highest degree, made duskish Leo sweat Field-tilling Swains driue home their ...
May: AEgloga Quinta. Palinode & Piers. Palinode.IS not thilke the mery moneth of May, When loue lads masken in fresh ...
Renowned Empresse, and great Britaines Queene,Most gratious Mother of succeeding Kings;Vouchsafe to view that which is seldome seene,A Womans writing ...
Farewell (sweet Cooke-ham) where I first obtain'dGrace from that Grace where perfit Grace remain'd;And where the Muses gaue their full ...
June: AEgloga Sexta. HOBBINOL & COLIN Cloute.HOBBINOL.LO! Collin, here the place, whose pleasaunt syte From other shades hath weand my ...
Fie on these Lydian tunes which blunt our sprightsAnd turne our gallants to Hermaphrodites:Giue me a Doricke touch, whose Semphony,And ...
Although great Lady. it may seeme right strangeThat I a stranger should presume thus farre,To write to you: yet as ...
The Senses dull of my appalled museForeweryed with the trauayle of my brayneIn scannyng of the argued Bookes difuse,And darke ...
O Great Creator of the starrie Pole, and heauenly things O mightie founder of the earthly mole, chiefe king of ...
Who wisely reades thy lines may well be bolde,Pythagoras his Paradoxe to holde,That dead mens soules (for which men fondly ...
Thou mighty God of Sea and Land,I here resigne into thy handThe Son of Prayers, of vowes, of teares,The child ...
As many stars as Heauen containeth, striueTo frame my harme, and lucklesse hap to show:And in th' Earth no grasse ...
Gentle Reader, if thou desire to be resolued, why I giue this Title, Salue Deus Rex Judaeorum, know for certaine, ...
Strephon. You Gote-heard Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines, You Nimphes that haunt the springs in pleasant vallies, You Satyrs ...
COmming to kisse her lyps, (such grace I found) Me seemd I smelt a gardin of sweet flowres: that dainty ...
AFter so long a race as I haue run Through Faery land, which those six books copile giue leaue to ...
MOst happy letters fram'd by skilfull trade, with which that happy name was first defynd: the which three times thrise ...
Behold whiles she before the altar stands Hearing the holy priest that to her speakes And blesseth her with his ...
TO whom his mother closely smiling sayd, twixt earnest and twixt game: See thou thy selfe likewise art lyttle made, ...
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