A Gallery To The Temple. The Progresse (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Man in the wombe, is but a Zoophyte, There nourish'd like a plant: But when Hee is produc'd to the day-light, Disclos'd from ...
Man in the wombe, is but a Zoophyte, There nourish'd like a plant: But when Hee is produc'd to the day-light, Disclos'd from ...
Stand still, and I will read to theeA lecture, love, in love's philosophy. These three hours that we have spent, Walking here, ...
The glorious sunne forgetts his birth, And couples with the humble earth, Her wombe impregnates with warme showres, Produceing fruites and flowres: This an ...
The HumiliationThe Summary of the Poem.Theophila, or Divine Love, ascends to her Belov'd by three Degrees. By Humilitie, by Zeal, ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town ofBrighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.Slow in ...
When late Protectorship was Canon-Proof,And _Cap-a-pe_ had seiz'd on _Whitehall_-Roof,And next, on _Israelites_ durst look so big,That _Tory-like_, it lov'd ...
Ire per Ignes,Et gladios ausim. Neque ad hoc tamen ignibus ullis,Aut gladiis opus est; opus est mihi Crine. —Ovid. Met. ...
Mary of Modena d. 1718 {1}Dark was the shade where only cou'd be seenDisasterous Yew that ever balefull greenDistructive in ...
Although great Lady. it may seeme right strangeThat I a stranger should presume thus farre,To write to you: yet as ...
While my sad Muse the darkest Covert Sought, To give a loose to Melancholy Thought; Opprest, and sighing with the ...
You ask me why I bend the kneeIn attitude of prayer,If I believe myself ordain'dEternal glory's heir?List, and I'll tell ...
As to a northern people (whom the sun Uses just as the Romish church has done Her prophane laity, and ...
Stay, Gentile, stay thy sacrilegious hand!Pass not thy furrows o'er my cherish'd land.Think you I heeded not to hear you ...
STAY , Gentile, stay thy sacrilegious hand!Pass not thy furrows o'er my cherish'd land.Think you I heeded not to hear ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
1. But Los saw the Female & pitied He embrac'd her, she wept, she refus'd In perverse and cruel delight ...
Deare Friend. I heare this Towne does soe abound, With sawcy Censurers, that faults are found, With what of late ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
In ev'ry age, and each profession, Men err the most by prepossession; But when the thing is clearly shown, And ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
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