Adams Complaint (Francis Sabie Poems)
New formed Adam of the reddish earth, Exilde from Eden, Paradice of pleasure By Gods decree cast down to woes ...
New formed Adam of the reddish earth, Exilde from Eden, Paradice of pleasure By Gods decree cast down to woes ...
Rehearse to me ye sacred Sisters nine:The golden brood of great Apolloes wit,Those piteous plaints and sorrowful sad tine,Which late ...
I sing of horrors sad and dreadfull rage, Of stratagems wrought in the former age, Contagious vice, and in conclusion, ...
Being one day at my window all alone,So manie strange things happened me to see,As much it grieueth me to ...
O Great Creator of the starrie Pole, and heauenly things O mightie founder of the earthly mole, chiefe king of ...
Lvld in an heauenly Charme of pleasing passions,Many their well thewd rimes doe fayre attemperVnto their amours, while another fashionsLoue ...
Oft haue I heard hony-tong'd Ladies speake, Striuing their amorous courtiers to inchant,And from their nectar lips such sweet words ...
One day, ? ten times happie was that day, Emaricdulf was in her garden walking,Where Floras imps ioy'd with her ...
And ye high heauens, the temple of the gods, In which a thousand torches flaming bright Doe burne, that to ...
SInce I haue lackt the comfort of that light, The which was wont to lead my thoughts astray: I wander ...
SO oft as I her beauty doe behold, And therewith doe her cruelty compare: I maruaile of what substance was ...
MOre then most faire, full of the liuing fire, Kindled aboue vnto the maker neere: no eies buy ioyes, in ...
THe world that cannot deeme of worthy things, when I doe praise her, say I doe but flatter: so does ...
THey that in course of heauenly spheares are skild, To euery planet point his sundry yeare: in which her circles ...
THe souerayne beauty which I doo admyre, witnesse the world how worthy to be prayzed: the light wherof hath kindled ...
MEn call you fayre, and you doe credit it, For that your selfe ye dayly such doe see: but the ...
SWeet smile, the daughter of the Queene of loue, Expressing all thy mothers powrefull art: with which she wonts to ...
THe glorious image of the makers beautie, My souerayne faynt, the Idoll of my thought, dare not henceforth aboue the ...
AFter so long a race as I haue run Through Faery land, which those six books copile giue leaue to ...
IN that proud port, which her so goodly graceth, whiles her faire face she reares vp to the skie: and ...
BVt if ye saw that which no eyes can see, The inward beauty of her liuely spright, Garnisht with heauenly ...
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