67 (Mary Wroth Poems)
How many nights haue I with paine endur'd?Which as so many Ages I esteem'd,Since my misfortune, yet noe whit redeem'dBut ...
How many nights haue I with paine endur'd?Which as so many Ages I esteem'd,Since my misfortune, yet noe whit redeem'dBut ...
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
ME Thought I pass'd through th'Edalyan Groues,And askt the Graces, if they could directMe to a Lady whom Minerva chose,With ...
Love, lift me up upon thy golden wingsFrom this base world unto thy heavens hight,Where I may see those admirable ...
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, ...
Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show, Of touch, or marble; nor canst boast a rowOf polish'd pillars, or ...
Madame,VVhil'st that, for which all vertue now is sold, And almost every vice, almightie gold,That which, to boote with hell, ...
Dear Cynthia, though thou bear'st the name Of the pale Queen of night, ...
After all pleasures as I rid one day, My horse and I, both tir'd, bodie and minde, With ...
What doth this noise of thoughts within my heart, As if ...
Thou warlike nation whom Achaius tyed In league, and made our house of ...
No Lover saith, I love, nor any other Can judge a perfect Lover; Hee thinkes that else none can, nor ...
These houres, and that which hovers o're my End, Into thy hands, and hart, lord, I commend. Take Both to ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Goe and count her better houres; They more happie are than ours. The day that gives her any blisse Make ...
Thou pretty heav'n whose great and lesser spheares With constant wheelings measure hours and yeares Soe faithfully that thou couldst ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
AH when will this long vveary day haue end, and lende me leaue to come vnto my loue? Hovv slovvly ...
My loue is now awake out of her dreame, and her fayre eyes like stars that dimmed were With darksome ...
SInce I did leaue the presence of my loue, Many long weary dayes I haue outworne: and many nights, that ...
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