The Sheepheard Carillo His Song (Bartholomew Young Poems)
Guarda mi las Vaccas Carillo, por tu fe,Besa mi Primero, Yo te las guardare.I Pre-thee keepe my Kine ...
Guarda mi las Vaccas Carillo, por tu fe,Besa mi Primero, Yo te las guardare.I Pre-thee keepe my Kine ...
A faire Mayde wed to prying Jealousie,One of the fairest as ever I did see:If that thou wilt a secret ...
Woe worth, woe worth thee, false Scotlande!For thou hast ever wrought by sleight;The worthyest prince that ever was borne,You hanged ...
Once the heavens' gabled door Opened: down a stabled floor, Down the thunders, something galloped far and wide, Glancing far ...
If that the gentle winde dooth moove the leaves with pleasant sound,If that the ...
O heighth! o Depthe! upon my bended kneesWho dare Expound these Wondrous Mysteries:That this rare plant is cropt before mine ...
My Phillis hath the morninge Sunne, at first to looke upon her:And Phillis hath morne-waking birds, her risinge still to ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
AS those who pass the Alps do say, The Rocks which first oppose their way, And so amazing-High do show, ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
What are thy gaines, O death, if one man ly Stretch'd in a bed of clay, whose charity Doth hereby ...
A Vulcan and a Venus seldom part. A blacksmith never us'd to filinge art Beyond a lock and key, for ...
ARion, when through tempests cruel wracke, He forth was thrown into the greedy seas: through the sweet musick which his ...
THe rolling wheele that runneth often round, The hardest steele in tract of time doth teare: and drizling drops that ...
VNto his mother straight he weeping came, and of his griefe complayned: Who could not chose but laugh at his ...
If I could ever write a lasting verse, It should be laid, deare Sainte, upon thy herse. But Sorrow is ...
Soule of my soule! my Joy, my crown, my friend! A name which all the rest doth comprehend; How happy ...
Soule of my soule! my Joy, my crown, my friend! A name which all the rest doth comprehend; How happy ...
How wisely Nature did decree, With the same Eyes to weep and see! That, having view'd the object vain, They ...
See how the Orient Dew, Shed from the Bosom of the Morn Into the blowing Roses, Yet careless of its ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
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