Ode to the Cambro-Brito (Michael Drayton Poems)
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the ...
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the ...
Fair stood the wind for FranceWhen we our sails advance,Nor now to prove our chanceLonger will tarry;But putting to the ...
I stood upon the slender link That joins two cities into one, And saw from thence the storm-clouds drink Their moisture from the ...
AS round the room, with tentless speed,Young Delia tripp'd it finely,A looking-glass, so Fate decreed,She broke, but not design'dly.A looking-glass ...
THIS crested pin, I heard you say,Was like a beam from fortune's ray,Portending some event that's kind,To soothe my griefs, ...
Whose counted smile of hours and days, supposeI know as spectrum of the sea and pledgeVastly now parting gulf on ...
IF Venus in the evening skyIs seen in radiant majesty,If rod-like comets, red as blood,Are 'mongst the constellations view'd,Out springs ...
So ravishing soft upon the tideOf the infuriate gust, it did career,It might have sooth'd its rugged charioteer,And sunk him ...
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
With eager search to dart the soul,Curiously vain, from pole to pole,And from the planets' wandering spheresTo extort the number ...
I SUNG the rain, and said it would be fair: Lo! while the sun, though still with visage veil'd,Descends apace, ...
Britons, attend! Ierne, mind the callOf voice divine, proclaim'd aloud to all.Once had Juverna felt convulsive shocks,Which swell'd her seas, ...
A buglar boy from barrack (it is over the hill There)-boy bugler, born, he tells me, of Irish Mother to ...
IF Venus in the evening sky Is seen in radiant majesty, If rod-like comets, red as blood, Are 'mongst the ...
The holy week, the steps of the Christ in darkening shadows, leading inexorably foreboding, portending, the suffering the cross, the ...
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
Fair stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
Sharp was the frost, the wind was high And sparkling stars bedeckt the sky Sly Dick in arts of cunning ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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