A Lady Forsaken Complayneth (Edward Dyer Poems)
If pleasures be in painfulness, in pleasures doth my body rest,If joyes accord with carefulness, a joyful hart is in ...
If pleasures be in painfulness, in pleasures doth my body rest,If joyes accord with carefulness, a joyful hart is in ...
DECEMBER hail! a vest of snowEnwraps thy shadowy form,With aspect pale and footstep slow,Thy harbinger a storm.The sun now darts ...
Whence came his feet into my field, and why?How is it that he sees it all so drear?How do I ...
Father, I cry to thee for breadWith hungred longing, eager prayer;Thou hear'st, and givest me insteadMore hunger and a half-despair.0 ...
Would-be prophets tell usWe shall not re-knowThem that walked our fellowsIn the ways below!Smoking, smouldering TophetsSteaming hopeless plaints!Dreary, mole-eyed prophets!Mean, ...
I towered far, and lo! I stood within The presence of the Lord Most High, Sent thither by the sons ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Lolotte, who attires my hair, Lost her lover. Lolotte weeps; Trails her hand before her eyes; Hangs her head and ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistress No Boadicia nor Thalestriss Nor shall I e'er be famed hereafter For such ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
What shall I render to Thy name Or how Thy praises speak? My thanks how shall I testify? O Lord, ...
In my distress I sought the Lord When naught on earth could comfort give, And when my soul these things ...
1 PROUD music of the storm! Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies! Strong hum of forest tree-tops! ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
SHE fell away in her first ages spring, Whil'st yet her leafe was greene, and fresh her rinde, And whil'st ...
O THOU, whose sober precepts can controul The wild impatience of the troubled soul, Sweet Nymph serene ! whose all-consoling ...
song Fauc1 First. Chorus. Th' Astrologers own Eyes are set, And even Wolves the Sheep forget; Only ...
I O fairest flower no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie, Summers chief honour if thou hadst ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
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