A Gallery To The Temple. The Incarnation (Ralph Knevet Poems)
(My God) who dids't thy glorious throne forsake, And from a Virgin pure thy manhood take, That Thou, thereby mights't us thy ...
(My God) who dids't thy glorious throne forsake, And from a Virgin pure thy manhood take, That Thou, thereby mights't us thy ...
The fruytfull sentence & the noble werkesTo our doctryne wryten in olde antyquyteBy many grete and ryght notable clerkesGrounded on ...
Her of your name, whose fair inheritanceBethina was, and jointure Magdalo:An active faith so highly did advance,That she once knew, ...
(Lord) cease this direfull tintamarre Of civill warre: The bellowing drumme, and trumpet shrill, Are musicke meete, Rather for flameing Sinai Hill, Then Sion sweet. The ...
Phylida was a faire mayde,As fresh as any flowre;Whom Harpalus the herdman praydeTo be his paramour.Harpalus, and eke Corin,Were herdmen ...
Beholde, o man! lyft up thyn eye and see What mortall peyne I suffre for thi trespace. With pietous voys I crye ...
Th' obdurate Adamant disdaines to feele The hardest Chesills edge; Submitting neither unto stone, nor steele; Yet many doe alleadge, That the warme bloud ...
Chorus./ Prais'd bee our Great Creatour, Angells./ In the skyes. Men./ In earth and water. Cho./ Who doth not his workes despise An. Us Hee ...
(Oh Lord) I confesse with shame, I ought not to mixe thy name, Either in my prose, or verse, If not sprinkled with ...
WHEN thee (O holy sacrificed Lambe) In severed sygnes I whyte and liquide see, As on thy body slayne I thynke on ...
Neere to the place where Nilus channels runne, There stood a town by loue long since vndone For ...
Love, lift me up upon thy golden wingsFrom this base world unto thy heavens hight,Where I may see those admirable ...
May: AEgloga Quinta. Palinode & Piers. Palinode.IS not thilke the mery moneth of May, When loue lads masken in fresh ...
September: ?gloga Nona. Hobbinol & Diggon Dauie.Hobbinol.Diggon Dauie, I bidde her god day: Or Diggon her is, or I missaye. ...
August: ?gloga Octaua. Willye. Perigot. Cuddie.Willye.Ell me Perigot, what shalbe the game, Wherefore with myne thou dare thy musick matche? ...
Renowned Empresse, and great Britaines Queene,Most gratious Mother of succeeding Kings;Vouchsafe to view that which is seldome seene,A Womans writing ...
Although great Lady. it may seeme right strangeThat I a stranger should presume thus farre,To write to you: yet as ...
E' questa la purissimaAcqua dei monti;La cristallina lagrimaD'aeree fronti.Anche le vette piangonoEd han sorrisi,Ed i cipressi alternanoAi fiordalisi...L'acqua e' l'ingenua ...
IN vaine I seeke and sew to her for grace, and doe myne humbled hart before her poure: the whiles ...
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