A Paraphrase On The Canticles. Chapter VI. (Elizabeth Singer Rowe Poems)
(Virgins.)But where, ah where can this bright wonder be?For, till we see Him, we are all on Fire;We'll find Him ...
(Virgins.)But where, ah where can this bright wonder be?For, till we see Him, we are all on Fire;We'll find Him ...
NOw liquid Streams by the fierce Gold do grow As solid as the Rocks from whence they flow; Now Tibers ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when ...
Sure Lord, there is enough in thee to dry Oceans of Ink ; for, as the Deluge did Cover the ...
The flag that hung half-mast today Seemed animate with being As if it knew for who it flew And will ...
Awake, awake my little Boy! Thou wast thy Mother's only joy: Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep? Awake! ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
Ile tell you how the Rose did first grow redde, And whence the Lilly whitenesse borrowed: You blusht, and then ...
What mystery was this; that I should finde My blood in kissing you to stay behinde? 'Twas not for want ...
Keepe on your maske and hide your eye For in beholding you I dye. Your fatall beauty Gorgon-like Dead with ...
Poppies, you try to tell me, glowing there in the wheat; Poppies! Ah no! You mock me: It's blood, I ...
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
In praise of Eliza, Queen of the Shepherds SEE where she sits upon the grassie greene, (O seemely sight!) Yclad ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
Now ceasse ye damsels your delights forepast, Enough is it, that all the day was youres: Now day is doen, ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
My OBERON, with ev'ry sprite "That gilds the vapours of the night, "Shall dance and weave the verdant ring "With ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
The wanton Troopers riding by Have shot my Faun and it will dye. Ungentle men! They cannot thrive To kill ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship's golden chain; Whene'er they met, the fox would ...
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