The Drunkard’s Wife (Janet Hamilton Poems)
O Jeanie, my woman! whar is't ye are gaun,Wi' a bairn on yer arm an' ane in yer haun?There's snaw ...
O Jeanie, my woman! whar is't ye are gaun,Wi' a bairn on yer arm an' ane in yer haun?There's snaw ...
Say Venus how long have I lov'd, and serv'd you heere?Yet all my passions scorn'd or doubted, although cleere;Alas thinke ...
Poore Love in chaines, and fetters like a thiefeI mett ledd forth, as chast Diana's gaineVowing the untaught Lad should ...
Plain-path'd Experience, th'unlearned's guide,Her simple followers evidently showsSometimes what Schoolmen scarcely can decide,Nor yet wise Reason absolutely knows.In making trial ...
Neere to the place where Nilus channels runne, There stood a town by loue long since vndone For ...
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD The Disincantation.ARGUMENT. Crispulus hic, nulli Nugarum Laude secundus, Cui Mens Lucis inops, Stulta Ruina Dom?s; ...
The pris'ner was at large indicted, For that by thirst of gain excited, One day in July last, ...
Svch time as Tytan with his fiery beames In highest degree, made duskish Leo sweat Field-tilling Swains driue home their ...
Guy journeyes towards that sanctifyed groundWhereas the Jewes fayre citye sometime stood,Wherin our Saviours sacred head was crownd,And where for ...
Not to know vice at all, and keepe true state, Is vertue, and not Fate:Next, to that vertue, is to ...
This day Prest with our Sins, the MOST HIGH Fell. Least he should Feed on Us, Christ Satiates Death With ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
Plain-path'd Experience, th'unlearned's guide, Her simple followers evidently shows Sometimes what Schoolmen scarcely can decide, Nor yet wise Reason absolutely ...
My heart was slain, and none but you and I; Who should I think the murther should commit, Since but ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
YE hypocrites! are these your pranks? To murder men and give God thanks! Desist, for shame!-proceed no further; God won't ...
O THOU whom Poetry abhors, Whom Prose has turnèd out of doors, Heard'st thou yon groan?-proceed no further, 'Twas laurel'd ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
Is Death so cunning now that all her blowe Aymes at the heade? Doth now her wary Bowe Make surer ...
What mystery was this; that I should finde My blood in kissing you to stay behinde? 'Twas not for want ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
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