A Supplication (Abraham Cowley Poem)
Awake, awake, my Lyre! And tell thy silent master's humble tale In sounds that may prevail; Sounds that gentle thoughts ...
Awake, awake, my Lyre! And tell thy silent master's humble tale In sounds that may prevail; Sounds that gentle thoughts ...
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The more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages; A day to childhood seems a year, And years ...
A poet's cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks ...
Out of the seething cauldron of my woes, Where sweets and salt and bitterness I flung; Where charmed music gathered ...
I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
As night hath stars, more rare than ships In ocean, faint from pole to pole, So all the wonder of ...
Out of the seething cauldron of my woes, Where sweets and salt and bitterness I flung; Where charmed music gathered ...
I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
As night hath stars, more rare than ships In ocean, faint from pole to pole, So all the wonder of ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
I painted her a gushing thing, With years about a score; I little thought to find they were A least ...
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
Belov'd of all to whom that Muse is dear Who hid her spirit of rapture from the Greek, Whereby our ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
Anmut sparet nicht noch M?he Leidenschaft nicht noch Verstand Da? ein gutes Deutschland bl?he Wie ein andres gutes Land ...
How can we find? how can we rest? how can We, being gods, win joy, or peace, being man? We, ...
When I see you, who were so wise and cool, Gazing with silly sickness on that fool You've given your ...
Now that I know How passion warms little Of flesh in the mould, And treasure is brittle,-- I'll lie here ...
Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn, Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars; Strange entrees with a ...
I am a shell. From me you shall not hear The splendid tramplings of insistent drums, The orbed gold of ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
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