A Hymn Of Heat (C J Dennis Poems)
When Summer comesTo silence the retreating drums Of stubborn Winter, when content Shall salve my chill predicament.And I shall loll ...
Poems about phyllis (21 Poems)
You rosebud sweet and fair (Ambrosius Stub Poems)
You rosebud sweet and fair!Close to, let me inspect you!Each man must needs respect you,In you all nature's artAnd splendour ...
Horace To Phyllis (Eugene Field Poems)
Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices,And in your tresses you shall twine The ...
R.S.V.P. (Franklin Pierce Adams Poems)
AD PHYLLIDEMHorace: Book IV Ode II"_Est mihi nonum superantis annum_"Phyllis, I've a keg of fine fermented grape juice,Alban wine that's ...
Balade (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
HYD, Absolon, thy gilte tresses clere; Ester, ley thou thy meknesse al a-doun; Hyd, Jonathas, al thy frendly manere; Penalopee, ...
To Phyllis (Edmund Waller Poems)
Phyllis! why should we delay Pleasures shorter than the day? Can we (which we never can) Stretch our lives beyond ...
The Advice (Earl of Dorset Charles Sackville Poems)
Phyllis, for shame! let us improveA thousand several waysThese few short minutes stol'n by loveFrom many tedious days.Whilst you want ...
The Milkmaid (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Under a daisied bank There stands a rich red ruminating cow, And hard against her flank A cotton-hooded milkmaid bends ...
Horace to phyllis (Eugene Field Poem)
Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices, And in your tresses you shall twine ...
To Phyllis And May (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
O! fair, sweet Phyllis and sweet, fair May, Which of you carried my heart away? Who has my heart? I ...
By All Love’s Soft, Yet Mighty Powers (John Wilmot Poems)
By all love's soft, yet mighty powers, It is a thing unfit, That men should fuck in time of flowers, ...
I Cannot Change, As Others Do (John Wilmot Poems)
I cannot change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn; Since that poor swain that sighs for you, For you ...
Constancy (John Wilmot Poems)
I cannot change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn; Since that poor swain, that sighs for you For you ...
Love and Life (John Wilmot Poems)
All my past life is mine no more, The flying hours are gone, Like transitory dreams giv'n o'er, Whose images ...
All My Past Life… (John Wilmot Poems)
All my past life is mine no more, The flying hours are gone, Like transitory dreams given o'er, Whose images ...
A Woman’s Honour (John Wilmot Poems)
Love bade me hope, and I obeyed; Phyllis continued still unkind: Then you may e'en despair, he said, In vain ...
To Stella, Who Collected and Transcribed His Poems (Jonathan Swift Poems)
As, when a lofty pile is raised, We never hear the workmen praised, Who bring the lime, or place the ...
Song (Matthew Prior Poems)
How old may Phyllis be, you ask, Whose beauty thus all hearts engages? To answer is no easy task; For ...
Phyllis’s Age (Matthew Prior Poems)
How old may Phyllis be, you ask, Whose beauty thus all hearts engages? To answer is no easy task; For ...
Philosophy (Amy Levy Poems)
Ere all the world had grown so drear, When I was young and you were here, 'Mid summer roses in ...
L’Allegro (John Milton Poems)
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...