57 (Mary Wroth Poems)
O me, the time is come to part,And with it my life-killing smart:Fond Hope leave me, my deare must goe,To ...
O me, the time is come to part,And with it my life-killing smart:Fond Hope leave me, my deare must goe,To ...
In this strange Labyrinth how shall I turne,Wayes are on all sides while the way I misse:If to the right ...
Neere to the place where Nilus channels runne, There stood a town by loue long since vndone For ...
Rehearse to me ye sacred Sisters nine:The golden brood of great Apolloes wit,Those piteous plaints and sorrowful sad tine,Which late ...
Come mourne, come mourne with mee,You loyall lovers all;Lament my loss in weeds of woe,Whom griping grief doth thrall.Like to ...
Januarie: ?gloga Prime. Colin Cloute.A Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call)when Winters wastful spight was almost spent,All in a ...
Years ago in 1960, Shakespeare used to tell his kidsHeaven smiles upon the Irish, but gives the money to the ...
My Phillida, adieu love!For evermore farewel!Ay me! I've lost my true love,And thus I ring her knell,Ding dong, ding dong, ...
Lament eche one the blazing fire That downe from heaven came,And burnt S. Powles his lofty spyre With ...
Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sightWith people here workin' by day and by nightThey don't sow potatoes, nor barley, ...
Who wisely reades thy lines may well be bolde,Pythagoras his Paradoxe to holde,That dead mens soules (for which men fondly ...
Wynter wakeneth al my care,Nou thise leves waxeth bare;Ofte I sike and mourne sareWhen hit cometh in my thohtOf this ...
The wind of Mourne comes over the hill, Over the hill with a trill of song, And the word ...
Dawson the Butler's dead: Although I think Poets were ne'er infusde with single drinke Ile spend a farthing muse; some ...
When men for injuryes unsatisfy'd, For hopes cutt off, for debts not fully payd, For legacies in vain expected, mourne ...
Meerly for man's death to mourne Were to repine that man was borne. When weake old age doth fall asleepe ...
YE learned sisters which haue oftentimes beene to me ayding, others to adorne: Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
LYke as the Culuer on the bared bough, Sits mourning for the absence of her mate; and in her songs ...
'Twas on the 18th of August in the year of 1798, That Nelson saw with inexpressible delight The City of ...
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