To Sir William Davenant (Abraham Cowley Poems)
UPON HIS TWO FIRST BOOKS OF GONDIBERT FINISHED BEFORE HIS VOYAGE TO AMERICA. METHINKS heroick poesy till now, Like some ...
UPON HIS TWO FIRST BOOKS OF GONDIBERT FINISHED BEFORE HIS VOYAGE TO AMERICA. METHINKS heroick poesy till now, Like some ...
AH ! Fortune, turn thy mazy wheel,If aught of good the fates conceal, To cheer my natal day;To scatter ...
Your head, your gesture, your air,are lovely, like a lovely landscape:laughter's alive, in your face,a fresh breeze in a clear ...
There's joy in legislative halls When Frank's in opposition;But gloom upon the Chamber falls When Frank holds high position.His merry ...
PALE sorrow's cloud rests on my Muse's bow'r, And mourns the drooping of each vernal flow'r;"Their early fall," she ...
ALL glorious power! of keen celestial eye, Genius! tumultuous ruler of the breast,By nature wing'd with wond'rous speed to ...
BRIGHT Goddess of the downy smile, O come, and spread thy wings awhile, Where sickness dims ...
No more lewd lays of lighter loves I sing,Nor teach my lustful muse abused to flyWith sparrows' plumes, and for ...
Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly And leave no sound: nor piety, Or prayers, or vow Can keep the wrinkle ...
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
Dear God, I give you thanks for this day, for the days of my life so far and all the ...
No sooner, FLAVIO, was you gone, But, your Injunction thought upon, ARDELIA took the Pen; Designing to perform the Task, ...
Sooner I'd praise a Cloud which Light beguiles, Than thy rash Hand which robs this Face of Smiles; And does ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
Eternal and all-working God, which wast Before the world, whose frame by Thee was cast, And beautified with beamful lamps ...
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
A LEAF for hand in hand! You natural persons old and young! You on the Mississippi, and on all the ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
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