Theophila Or Loves Sacrifice. Canto VII (Edward Benlowes Poems)
The Contemplation.ARGUMENT. Pango nec humanis Opus enarrabile Verbis, Quae meli?s possem Mira silendo loqui! Da, DEUS, Illa canam, quae Vox ...
The Contemplation.ARGUMENT. Pango nec humanis Opus enarrabile Verbis, Quae meli?s possem Mira silendo loqui! Da, DEUS, Illa canam, quae Vox ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
Listen to the Poet's story Of an ancient bell,Freighted with its wreaths of glory, With its fate as well:On Alhambra's ...
XXIVIf one voice, not another, must speak first, out of the silence, the stillness, the preceding- speaking clearly, speaking slowly, ...
'Tis fit SERENA shou'd be sung.High-born SERENA, Fair and Young, Shou'd be of ev'ry Muse and Voice The pleasing, and ...
O that warm February morning! The untimely south came to stir up our absurd paupers' memories, our young distress. Henrika ...
I am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise, And the armor and the mask of these fall ...
698Life-is what we make of it-Death-we do not know-Christ's acquaintance with HimJustify Him-though-He-would trust no stranger-Other-could betray-Just His own endorsement-That-sufficeth ...
IF I, dearest Lily, did not ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
Life -- is what we make of it -- Death -- we do not know -- Christ's acquaintance with Him ...
I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
1 RISE, O days, from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep! Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
OF what I write from myself-As if that were not the resumé; Of Histories-As if such, however complete, were not ...
1 FIRST, O songs, for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum, pride and joy in my city, How ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
We were smoking some of this knockout weed when Operation Memory was announced. To his separate bed Each soldier went, ...
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