On The Death Of The Queen (John Cutts Poems)
She's gone! The Beauty of our Isle is fled; Our Joy cut off, the Great MARIA dead. We faint beneath the Stroak ...
She's gone! The Beauty of our Isle is fled; Our Joy cut off, the Great MARIA dead. We faint beneath the Stroak ...
Curst be that busy Wretch, that human Beast,(Some crafty Statesman or ambitious Priest)Who first his own pernicious Schemes to buildHis ...
I will craue pardon of zour excellence, Incace ze suld esteme this for offence Into directing of this Treticie, Not coresponding to Zour ...
Mankinds lamentation,Of their miserable condition,By naturall corruption,Through Adams inclination,Vnto his wiues perswasion,By Serpents first suggestion,Through Sathans instigation.All Adams heyres in ...
Sir, I lov'd you for your Synagogue, before I knew your person; but now love you more; Because I find It is so true ...
The RECAPITULATION.And Pourtrait of a Heav'nly breathing Soul. Whoso delights to burn in holy Fire Of Virgin fair Theophila, Joy, ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
Still with impatient love Sabrina pines,And now to speak the fatal truth designs;Sooth'd by her own indulgent hopes, which traceA ...
Fie on these Lydian tunes which blunt our sprightsAnd turne our gallants to Hermaphrodites:Giue me a Doricke touch, whose Semphony,And ...
The long laments I spent for ruin'd Troy,Are dried; and now mine eyes run teares of joy.No more shall men ...
As to a northern people (whom the sun Uses just as the Romish church has done Her prophane laity, and ...
Shall Sadnesse perswade me never to sing But leave unto Syrens that excellent thing, No that may not be, ...
WHETHER a ship's poetic? — Bowles would own,If here he dwelt, where Nature is prosaic,Unpicturesque, unmusical, and whereNature-reflecting Art is ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
Dear love, for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme For reason, ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do ...
As I out of a casement sent Mine eyes as wand'ring as my thought, Upon no certayne object bent, But ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
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