An Elegie, or Friends Passion, for His Astrophel (Matthew Roydon Poems)
As then, no winde at all there blew,No swelling cloude accloid the aire:The skie, like glasse of watchet hew,Reflected Phoebus' ...
As then, no winde at all there blew,No swelling cloude accloid the aire:The skie, like glasse of watchet hew,Reflected Phoebus' ...
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed,There came before my eyes that wonted threadOf shapes, and shadows, and ...
Upon a Sabbath-day it fell;Twice holy was the Sabbath-bellThat call'd the folk to evening prayer;The city streets were clean and ...
No more is the muse invoked;the lyre is out of fashion;no poet cares to use it;by other things are the ...
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