Book VII (Arthur Hall Poems)
Nowe warlike Hector doth depart with Paris out the towne,They willing both in armes to shewe some deede of great ...
Nowe warlike Hector doth depart with Paris out the towne,They willing both in armes to shewe some deede of great ...
Rehearse to me ye sacred Sisters nine:The golden brood of great Apolloes wit,Those piteous plaints and sorrowful sad tine,Which late ...
ME Thought I pass'd through th'Edalyan Groues,And askt the Graces, if they could directMe to a Lady whom Minerva chose,With ...
Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspireInto my feeble breast, too full of ...
Love, lift me up upon thy golden wingsFrom this base world unto thy heavens hight,Where I may see those admirable ...
Love, that long since hast to thy mighty powrePerforce subdude my poor captived hart,And raging now therein with restlesse stowre,Doest ...
Whan that Bachus, the myghti lorde,And Juno eke, both by one accorde,Hath sette a-broche of myghti wyne a tone,And after ...
Farewell (sweet Cooke-ham) where I first obtain'dGrace from that Grace where perfit Grace remain'd;And where the Muses gaue their full ...
Renowned Empresse, and great Britaines Queene,Most gratious Mother of succeeding Kings;Vouchsafe to view that which is seldome seene,A Womans writing ...
There was a knight was drunk with wine,A riding along the way, sir;And there he met with a lady fine,Among ...
'Tis growne almost a danger to speake true Of any good minde, now: There are so few.The bad, by number, ...
Although great Lady. it may seeme right strangeThat I a stranger should presume thus farre,To write to you: yet as ...
The long laments I spent for ruin'd Troy,Are dried; and now mine eyes run teares of joy.No more shall men ...
The mann whose thoughtes agaynste him do conspyre, One whom Mishapp her storye dothe depaynt,The mann of woe, the matter ...
Prometheus when firste frome heaven hye He broughte downe fyre, 'ere then on earthe not seene,Fond of Delight, a Satyre ...
MY loue is lyke to yse, and I to fyre; how comes it then that this her cold so great ...
OCTOBER: Ægloga DecimaPIERCE & CUDDIE Cuddie, for shame hold up thy heavye head, And let us cast with what delight ...
WEake is th'assurance that weake flesh reposeth, In her owne powre and scorneth others ayde: that soonest fals when as ...
HOw long shall this lyke dying lyfe endure, And know no end of her owne mysery: but wast and weare ...
THe laurell leafe, which you this day doe weare, guies me great hope of your relenting mynd: for since it ...
Vane, young in yeares, but in sage counsell old, Then whome a better Senatour nere held The helme of Rome, ...
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