A straunge historie (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
Yee that would heare a Story straunge To this example rare, Attentiuely take heede:Which pictures heere, before your face, A worthy wight indeede.A ...
Poems about gladnesse (14 Poems)
A Complaynt of a Louer (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
If euer wofull wight had cause, to pipe in bitter smart,I which am thrall to Cupids lawes, with him may ...
91 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Sweet, let me enjoy thy sightMore cleare, more bright then morning Sun,Which in Spring-time giues delightAnd by which Summers pride ...
To certaine questions and Riddles ensuing: XVII (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
Fayre art thou and red, deseruing great praise,And all men thee reuerence, and honour alwayes,Whiles that thy white banner abrode ...
Rhodon And Iris. Epilogue (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Since Ignorance and Envie now are banish'd; Since discord from among the flowers is vanish'd; Since Rhodon is espous'd to Iris bright; Since ...
Anelida and Arcite (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,That in the frosty contre called Trace,Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeHonoured ...
The Speeches of Gratulations (Ben Jonson Poems)
GENIUS.Time, Fate, and Fortune have at length conspir'd,To give our Age the day so much desir'd.What all the minutes, houres, ...
XIV: Ode: To Sir William Sydney, On His Birth-day (Ben Jonson Poems)
Now that the harth is crown'd with smiling fire, And some do drink, and some do dance, Some ring, ...
An Offering (George Herbert Poems)
Come, bring thy gift. If blessings were as slowAs men's returns, what would become of fools?What hast thou there? a ...
Prayer (George Herbert Poem)
Prayer the Churches banquet, Angels age, Gods breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in ...
Troilus And Criseyde: Book 01 (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
Opposite To Meloncholly (William Strode Poems)
Returne my joyes, and hither bring A tongue not made to speake but sing, A jolly spleene, an inward feast, ...
Sonnet XXXIX (Edmund Spenser Poems)
SWeet smile, the daughter of the Queene of loue, Expressing all thy mothers powrefull art: with which she wonts to ...
Sonnet LII (Edmund Spenser Poems)
SO oft as homeward I from her depart, I goe lyke one that hauing lost the field: is prisoner led ...