Satyre Preludium (Edward Guilpin Poems)
Fie on these Lydian tunes which blunt our sprightsAnd turne our gallants to Hermaphrodites:Giue me a Doricke touch, whose Semphony,And ...
Fie on these Lydian tunes which blunt our sprightsAnd turne our gallants to Hermaphrodites:Giue me a Doricke touch, whose Semphony,And ...
June 18: 1643 Flags crape-smother'd and arms reversed, With one sad volley lay him to rest: Lay him to rest ...
O knights, O squires, O gentle bloods yborn, You were not born all only for yourselves: Your country claims ...
"DISGUISE upon disguise, and then disguise, Equivocations at the rose's heart, Life's surest pay a poet's forgeries, The gossamer gold ...
A wondrous light is filling the air,And rimming the clouds of the old despair;And hopeful eyes look up to seeTruth's ...
Above the din of commerce, above the clamor and rattleOf labor disputing with riches, of Anarchists' threats and groans,Above the ...
XXXI"And miss the way to heaven!" My closing word Is a reproachful echo in my ear; And filled with trouble ...
How many masks wear we, and undermasks,Upon our countenance of soul, and when,If for self-sport the soul itself unmasks,Knows it ...
LXIXI cannot tell what charms my lady finds In this dull face, huge form and sullen soul; Nor how my ...
Down on the Plaza they are dancing,Tapping pointed heels, clicking castanets,Oh, Don Carlos, they are dancingIn the darkness deeper than ...
Here is nothing new nor aught unproven," say the Trumpets, "Many feet have worn it and the road is old ...
It was in the old days, When she used to hang out at a place Called Club Zombie, A black ...
A mirror on this age a call back to relationship our society teetering on the edge of the abyss Pride ...
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane ! (So call him, for so mingling blame with praise, And smiles with anxious looks, his ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
THEY all want to play Hamlet. They have not exactly seen their fathers killed Nor their mothers in a frame-up ...
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