When Thou Hast Spent The Lingering Day (George Gascoigne Poems)
WHEN thou hast spent the lingering day in pleasure and delght, Or after toil and weary way, dost seek to ...
WHEN thou hast spent the lingering day in pleasure and delght, Or after toil and weary way, dost seek to ...
_A TALE OF PRINCE RUPERT_September 30: 1651Seventy league from Terceira they lay In the mid Atlantic straining;And inch upon inch ...
WAFT , Halcyon pow'r, thy gentle gales In murmurs through the mellowing air;Come, strew with cheerful green the vales, ...
The year at its turn,the whirring thread unrolls.One hour more, the last today,and what was living time is scrollsof dust ...
Swe-e-et! Swe-e-et! Low at first and flattering, Full of soft seductiveness on a wheedling note.Who comes in mercy now, crumbs ...
Methought I stood among the stars alone,Watching a grey parched orb which onward flewHalf blinded by the dusty winds that ...
1FROM THE NURSERY When I was born, you waited behind a pile of linen in the nursery, and when we ...
Many thousand glittering motes Crowd forward greedily together In trembling circles. Extravagantly carousing away For a whole hour rapidly vanishing, ...
To Imagination Whilst yet mine Eyes do surfeit with delight, My woeful Heart, imprison'd in my breast, Wisheth to be ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born, It was night, trees were crowding On all sides ...
Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at the slope of my cheek. On ...
Little sisters, the birds: We must praise God, you and I You, with songs that fill the sky, I, with ...
Some who are uncertain compel me. They fear The Ace of Spades. They fear Loves offered suddenly, turning from the ...
Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it, Though it lead to glory or the darkness of the ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
DAyly when I do seeke and sew for peace, And hostages doe offer for my truth: she cruell warriour doth ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
'Twas in the year of 1746, on a fine summer afternoon, When trees and flowers were in full bloom, That ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
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