The Heroic Enthusiasts: Part 2: Fourth Dialogue (Giordano Bruno Poems)
_Interlocutors_:SEVERINO. MINUTOLO.SEV. You will see the origin of the nine blind men, who state ninereasons and special causes of their ...
_Interlocutors_:SEVERINO. MINUTOLO.SEV. You will see the origin of the nine blind men, who state ninereasons and special causes of their ...
PULL off thy shoes, and make thy garments white,And sanctify thyself, ere thou dost dareApproach the throne of the dread ...
OLD HAM FRESH DREST , &c. BOOTED and spurr'd,our gallant wightReturning late one winter's nightFrom toil, hard ware and duty,Took ...
IMPRIMIS — My departed Shade I trust To Heav'n — My Body to the silent Dust; My Name to publick Censure I submit, To be dispos'd of as the World thinks fit; My Vice and Folly let Oblivion close, The World already is o'erstock'd with those; My Wit I give, as Misers give their Store, To those who think they had enough before. Bestow my Patience to compose the Lives Of slighted Virgins and neglected Wives; To modish Lovers I resign my Truth, My cool Reflexion to unthinking Youth; And some Good-nature give ('tis my Desire) To surly Husbands, as their Needs require; And first discharge my Funeral — and then To the small Poets I bequeath my Pen. Let a small Sprig (true Emblem of my Rhyme) Of blasted Laurel on my Hearse recline; Let some grave Wight, that struggles for Renown, By chanting Dirges through a Market-Town, With gentle Step precede the solemn Train; A broken Flute upon his Arm shall lean. Six comick Poets may the Corse surround, And All Free-holders, if they can be found: Then follow next the melancholy Throng, As shrewd Instructors, who themselves are wrong. The Virtuoso, rich in Sun-dry'd Weeds, The Politician, whom no Mortal heeds, The silent Lawyer, chamber'd all the Day, And the stern Soldier that receives no Pay. But stay — the Mourners shou'd be first our Care, Let the freed Prentice lead the Miser's Heir; Let the young Relict wipe her mournful Eye, And widow'd Husbands o'er their Garlick cry. All this let my Executors fulfil, And rest assur'd that this is Mira's Will, Who was, when she these Legacies design'd, In Body healthy, and compos'd in Mind. (Mary Leapor)
SEATED in a Moorish garden On the Sahel of Algiers, Wandering breezes brought the burden Of its history in past ...
Still with impatient love Sabrina pines,And now to speak the fatal truth designs;Sooth'd by her own indulgent hopes, which traceA ...
"AH! poor negro Sadi, what sorrows, what anguish Oppress the lone victim fate dooms for a slave! What eye or ...
"HOW sadly, sweet seraph, I mourn that I never, I ne'er was so happy thee living to know! How sadly ...
"Sweet fragile flow'r, that bloom'st unsought, And bloom'st unseen by many an eye, Thy charms awake my pensive thought; And ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
Go thou and seek the House of Prayer! I to the Woodlands wend, and there In lovely Nature see the ...
Releas'd from the noise of the butcher and baker Who, my old friends be thanked, did seldom forsake her, And ...
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