An Epitaph on the Admirable Dramatic Poet W. Shakespeare (John Milton Poems)
What needs my Shakespeare for his honored bonesThe labor of an age in piled stones?Or that his hallowed reliques should ...
What needs my Shakespeare for his honored bonesThe labor of an age in piled stones?Or that his hallowed reliques should ...
——— A manly race Of unsubmitting spirit, wise and brave; Who still through bleeding ages struggled hard To hold a ...
I. Enough of Rural Things, my Muse, The lowly Shrubs and Bushes of the Field To all an equal Pleasure ...
Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And ...
Truth"God speed you, ancient father, And give you a good daye;What is the cause, I praye you,So sadly here you ...
Aujourd'hui qu'au tombeau je suis pr?t ? descendre, Mes amis, dans vos mains je d?pose ma cendre. Je ne veux ...
There is a spot I call accursed,Because my thoughts for ever wingBack to its gloom, from whence they burst,And settle ...
Come thou, who art the wine and wit Of all I've writ; The grace, the glory, and the best Piece ...
From the dull confines of the drooping west, To see the day spring from the pregnant east, Ravish'd in spirit, ...
Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills, By fits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods, That ...
Preethee stand still awhile, and view this tree Renown'd and honour'd for antiquitie By all the neighbour twiggs; for such ...
More Cottons yet? O let not envious Fate Attempt the Ruine of our growing State. O had it spar'd Sir ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
What beck'ning ghost, along the moon-light shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? 'Tis she!--but why that bleeding ...
I CANNOT hold, for though to write were rude, Yet to be silent were Ingratitude, And Folly too; for if ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
What needs my Shakespeare for his honored bones The labor of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallowed ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
What needs my Shakespear for his honour'd Bones, The labour of an age in piled Stones, Or that his hallow'd ...
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