The Mourning Muse Of Thestylis (Lodowick Bryskett Poems)
Come forth, ye Nymphes, come forth, forsake your watry bowres,Forsake your mossy caves, and help me to lament:Help me to ...
Come forth, ye Nymphes, come forth, forsake your watry bowres,Forsake your mossy caves, and help me to lament:Help me to ...
WHENCE comes our friend so hastily,When scarce the Eastern sky is grey?Hath he just ceased, though cold it be,In yonder ...
Strong, simple, silent are the lawsThat sway this universe, of none withstood,Unconscious of man's outcries or applause,Or what man ...
SOON shall you come as the dawn from the dumb abysm of night,Traveler birthward, Hastener earthward out of the gloom!Soon ...
Through sorrow at the poor-spiritedness of the Afghans,I have abandoned greatness, and taken meanness in hand.Had this much even been ...
And they called Him Jesus, the Nazarene.Yea, with the scourge of scorn they smote Him.Yea, with the blade of hate ...
Dawn brings lovely playthings to the mind,But sunset fights and goes down in battle blind.The banners of dawn spread over ...
Accurs?d to the Medes, as to himself, That fatal hour when,--mad with fiercest hate,-- His private wrong on one man ...
Far otherwise, within the Median camp, Had passed the changeful night. In dreamless sleep, Three portions had gone by: but, ...
All night in slumber deep the armies lay: But, while the eastern sky with first faint beam Yet dimly reddened; ...
Rehearse to me ye sacred Sisters nine:The golden brood of great Apolloes wit,Those piteous plaints and sorrowful sad tine,Which late ...
IFlat as to an eagle's eye,Earth hung under Attila.Sign for carnage gave he none.In the peace of his disdain,Sun and ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throngThat rushes fast the streets along?Can Rhodes a prey to flames, then, be?In ...
IWe look for her that sunlike stoodUpon the forehead of our day,An orb of nations, radiating foodFor body and for ...
HEAT overspread the earth, the birds were dumb;A shrouding of white cloud, which was not cloud,Or mist, which was not ...
"NOT lips of mine have ever said: ""Would God that I were dead!"" Nay, cruel griefs! ye cannot ...
WHENCE comes our friend so hastily, ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees Hum in the ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throng That rushes fast the streets along? Can Rhodes a prey to flames, ...
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