A Gallery To The Temple. The Echo (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Telle me (my Soule) how doth thy comfort flow? Ech. Low What thoughts dos't Thou retaine of Melancholy? E. Holy What made thine holy ...
Telle me (my Soule) how doth thy comfort flow? Ech. Low What thoughts dos't Thou retaine of Melancholy? E. Holy What made thine holy ...
What is the cause the gredye manne With care to gett waxethe pale and wanne? Haueinge enoughe whye craues he more? Whye dothe ...
And here too growes a Tree, that may in time Beare golden Apples, in a colder clime Then is Hesperia in; for ...
THE reason, why Aire doth so equall spred,Is Atomes long, at each end ballanced.For being long, and each end both ...
round.ALL pointed Atomes, they to Fire turne;Which by their drinesse, they so light become:Above the rest do flye, and make ...
THE PLEASVRE OF RETIREMENT. The Reinvitation. THEOPHISA's fill'd wth Sweetness, & so Fair: Her Eyes so mild, her Breath perfumes ...
The Representation.ARGUMENT. Mundus Opes, Animam Coelum, Terramque resumpsit Terra: DEUS, Vitam cum tulit, Ipse dedit. Solus Amor facit esse DEUM; ...
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD. The Abnegation.ARGUMENT. What's potent Opulencie? What's remiss Voluptuousness? World, what's All This, To That the ...
Guy journeyes towards that sanctifyed groundWhereas the Jewes fayre citye sometime stood,Wherin our Saviours sacred head was crownd,And where for ...
July: ?gloga Septima. Thomalin & Morrell.Thomalin.IS not thilke same a goteheard prowde, that sittes on yonder bancke, Whose straying heard ...
When Troy towne had, for ten yeeres 'past',Withstood the Greekes in manfull wise,Then did their foes encrease soe fast,That to ...
If thou a reason dost desire to know, My (dearest Cynthia) why I ...
What sweetnesse is in fruits, in Nectorine, Peach, cherry, apricocke, those lips of ...
Drink to me, only, with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine;Or leave a kisse but in the cup, ...
Thou pretty heav'n whose great and lesser spheares With constant wheelings measure hours and yeares Soe faithfully that thou couldst ...
Looke how the russet morne exceeds the night, How sleekest Jett yields to the di'monds light, So farr the glory ...
The first day of this month the last hath bin To that deare soule. March never did come in So ...
SWeet is the Rose, but growes vpon a brere; Sweet is the Iunipere, but sharpe his bough; sweet is the ...
MY loue is lyke to yse, and I to fyre; how comes it then that this her cold so great ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
The paynefull smith with force of feruent heat, the hardest yron soone doth mollify: that with his heauy sledge he ...
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