The Complaint Of New Amsterdam (Jacob Steendam Poems)
I'm a grandchild of the Gods Who on th' Amstel have abodes; Whence their orders forth are sent Swift for ...
I'm a grandchild of the Gods Who on th' Amstel have abodes; Whence their orders forth are sent Swift for ...
1 When bashfull daylight now was gone2 And night, that hides a blush, came on.3 Sixe Pretty Nymphes to wash ...
1 Like to the clear in highest sphere2 Where all imperial glory shines,3 Of selfsame colour is her hair,4 Whether ...
Beneath a Myrtle's verdant ShadeAs Cloe half asleep was laid,Cupid perch'd lightly on Her Breast,And in That Heav'n desir'd to ...
Like to the clear in highest sphereWhere all imperial glory shines,Of selfsame colour is her hair,Whether unfolded or in twines:Heigh ...
I am a barbarian, a Khazar, a Saracen.Batterer of Roman walls, dynamite's low rumbleAngrier than Rusudan, bowing, not humbled--The ache ...
With milk from thy own breasts thy children nurse,And be not than the female dragon worse;For ev'ry animal, e'en rav'nous ...
Great Britaines great Hope, Parents sprouting Vine, Fathers and Mothers Halfe, by Princely Line, Wel-nigh vn-pattern'd Patterne of rare Parts, Who, though Few ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
Dear Jock, - Like some aul' cairter's mear I'm foonert i' the feet,An' oxter-staffs are feckless things fan a' the ...
THE Queen of Birds, t'encrease the Regal Stock, Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak, Whose Middle-part was ...
THE cock has crow'd an hour ago, 'Tis time we now dull sleep forego; Tir'd Nature is by sleep redress'd, ...
THE Queen of Birds, t'encrease the Regal Stock, Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak, Whose Middle-part was ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Pale as the night that pales In the dawn's pearl-pure pavillion, I wait for thee, ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Pale as the night that pales In the dawn's pearl-pure pavillion, I wait for thee, ...
Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. Yes I am torching ber curves and paps ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
FAyre bosome fraught with vertues richest tresure, The neast of loue, the lodging of delight: the bowre of blisse, the ...
TEll me ye merchants daughters did ye see So fayre a creature in your towne before, So sweet, so louely, ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories