Kyng Coten (Laurence Minot Poems)
A 'DARK' CONCEIT.O muse! that did me somedeal favour erst, Whereas I piped my silly oaten reede, And songs in homely guise ...
A 'DARK' CONCEIT.O muse! that did me somedeal favour erst, Whereas I piped my silly oaten reede, And songs in homely guise ...
He that is poore in spirite and in mynde,and rightly deemes his vertues to be small.He that in his soule ...
Till I have peace with thee, warr other Men,And when I have peace, can I leave thee then?All other Warrs ...
I reade in Poets faigned bookes,That wise Vlysses wandring came,Where Circes through her fawning lookes,Did worke his men a spightfull ...
Let them, who doe attempt both day and night, To sacke the fort of reason, Perverting Natures lawes, and order quite, Misuseing Time, ...
Jehovah to my words give earMy meditation waighThe voyce of my complaining hearMy King and God for unto thee I ...
Like as the theefe in prison cast, With wofull wayling mones,When hope of pardon cleane is past, And sighes with dolefull grones:So ...
Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the NationsMuse a vain thing, the Kings of th'earth upstandWith power, and Princes in ...
Fie tedious Hope, why doe you still rebell?Is it not yet enough you flatter'd me,But cuningly you seeke to use ...
THE STRUGGLES OF CONSCIENCE.A serious Toyman in the city dwelt,Who much concern for his religion felt;Reading, he changed his tenets, ...
I.SHE came to England from the island clime Which lies beyond the far Atlantic wave; She died in early youth--before ...
THE MOTHER.There was a worthy, but a simple Pair,Who nursed a Daughter, fairest of the fair:Sons they had lost, and ...
Mary of Modena d. 1718 {1}Dark was the shade where only cou'd be seenDisasterous Yew that ever balefull greenDistructive in ...
Not to know vice at all, and keepe true state, Is vertue, and not Fate:Next, to that vertue, is to ...
Fie on these Lydian tunes which blunt our sprightsAnd turne our gallants to Hermaphrodites:Giue me a Doricke touch, whose Semphony,And ...
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The ...
For thirty years secluded from mankind, Here Marten linger'd. Often have these walls Echoed his footsteps, as with even tread ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
THe merry Cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trompet shrill hath thrise already sounded: that warnes al louers wayt vpon their ...
Done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzetti. Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the Nations Muse a vain thing, the Kings of ...
Aug. 12. 1653. Jehovah to my words give ear My meditation waigh The voyce of my complaining hear My King ...
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