To The Flatterer (John Andrewes Poems)
Thou that canst grieue because another smiles,and giue, to vndeseruing spirits, stilesWhich thou dost filch from gen'rous noble minds;because thy ...
Thou that canst grieue because another smiles,and giue, to vndeseruing spirits, stilesWhich thou dost filch from gen'rous noble minds;because thy ...
Be not too forward, painter; 'tisMore for thy fame, and art, to missAll other faces, than come nearThe Lady, that ...
The audience entire seemed pleased--indeed_Extremely_ pleased. And little Maymie, freedFrom her task of instructing, ran to showHer wondrous colored picture ...
''Not with you to take counsel, Powers of heaven,-- For still that title ours,--in so great haste Hither have I ...
Meanwhile, within the heart of the dead sun, After that glory angelic had passed out, Long time reigned silence, night ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throngThat rushes fast the streets along?Can Rhodes a prey to flames, then, be?In ...
"I - At The Post-Office It was a gray, midwinter afternoon.A noisy wind pursued the fine hard flakesOf blinding snow, ...
Sprung of the father blood, the mother brain,Are they who point our pathway and sustain.They rarely meet; one soars, one ...
Miss Jenny W---d---r, to Lady Eliz. M---d---ss, at --- Castle, North. A Journal. To humbler strains, ye Nine, descend, And ...
1 Who will honor the city without a name If so many are dead and others pan gold Or sell ...
Mourn, Mourn, ye Muses, all your loss deplore, The Young, the Noble Strephon is no more. Yes, yes, he fled ...
TO A PENSWEET comforter, how often have I sought Thy kind relief in sorrow's darkest day!Thou hast from friendship's ...
Living, in a loving community as God would wish, as he taught his people in the words of his son ...
With Pinions of Disdain The soul can farther fly Than any feather specified in Ornithology -- It wafts this sordid ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throng That rushes fast the streets along? Can Rhodes a prey to flames, ...
Had I ador'd the multitude, and thence Got an antipathy to wit and sence, And hug'd that fate, in hope ...
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