Alexandreis. (Anne Killigrew Poem)
I Sing the Man that never Equal knew, Whose Mighty Arms all Asia did subdue, Whose Conquests through the spacious ...
I Sing the Man that never Equal knew, Whose Mighty Arms all Asia did subdue, Whose Conquests through the spacious ...
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
THREE captains went to Indian wars, And only one returned: Their mate of yore, he singly wore The laurels all ...
with landbound legs a wish for the easy flow of a river - not the clambering up crags to seek ...
HERE where the roses blossom, where vines round the laurels are twining, Where the turtle-dove calls, where the blithe cricket ...
----- Poet's art is ever able To endow with truth mere fable. ---- MIGNON. [This universally known poem is also ...
Relying on God stepping into the breach ministering to others sharing God's love ever to all that we meet No ...
Her name on my lips her song in my heart A marathon finished waiting for laurels A race won but ...
JOHN courts Perrette; but all in vain; Love's sweetest oaths, and tears, and sighs All potent spells her heart to ...
WHEN Francis (named the first) o'er Frenchmen reign'd, In Italy young Arthur laurels gained, And oft such daring valour showed ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last; The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
Farewell, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own; For sure our souls ...
All night long, by a distant bell, The passing hours were notched On the dark, while her breathing rose and ...
O Hymen king. Hymen, O Hymen king, what bitter thing is this? what shaft, tearing my heart? what scar, what ...
Garland for Queens, may be -- Laurels -- for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah -- but remembering me ...
What a misfortune, although you are made for fine and great works this unjust fate of yours always denies you ...
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of ...
I've a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books ...
SEARCHING auld wives' barrels, Ochon the day! That clarty barm should stain my laurels: But-what'll ye say? These movin' things ...
HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite, How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white, How Genius, ...
DEAR Myra, the captive ribband's mine, 'Twas all my faithful love could gain; And would you ask me to resign ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
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