A Gallery To The Temple. Contrition (Ralph Knevet Poems)
My heart is broken (oh my God) Breake mee not like a potters vessell, Bruse mee not with an iron rodde, But forme ...
My heart is broken (oh my God) Breake mee not like a potters vessell, Bruse mee not with an iron rodde, But forme ...
WHat makes a Sparke of Fire to burne more quick,Then a great Flame? because 'tis small to stick.For Fire of ...
Thou, that of all parts, Merits't to bee call'd, The Roome, and Armarye of arts, Which in Thee are wall'd, There by the intellect ...
Is to leave all, and take the threed of Love,Which line straite leades unto the soules content,Where choice delights with ...
O stay mine eyes shed not these fruitlesse teares,Since hope is past to win you back againe,That treasure which being ...
In night yet may we see some kinde of light,When as the Moone doth please to shew her face,And in ...
No time, no roome, no thought, or writing canGive rest, or quiet to my loving heart,Or can my memory or ...
Amongst the firiendships rare, Of which old writers tell:This may bee plaste in highest roome, And doth deserue it well.Whiles death with ...
VVhen your fair hand receives this little bookYou must not there for prose or verses look.Those empty regions which within ...
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
Neere to the place where Nilus channels runne, There stood a town by loue long since vndone For ...
Rehearse to me ye sacred Sisters nine:The golden brood of great Apolloes wit,Those piteous plaints and sorrowful sad tine,Which late ...
But in her Temple's last recess inclos'd, On Dulness' lap th' Anointed head repos'd. Him close she curtains round with ...
Fie on these Lydian tunes which blunt our sprightsAnd turne our gallants to Hermaphrodites:Giue me a Doricke touch, whose Semphony,And ...
Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show, Of touch, or marble; nor canst boast a rowOf polish'd pillars, or ...
Woe worth, woe worth thee, false Scotlande!For thou hast ever wrought by sleight;The worthyest prince that ever was borne,You hanged ...
In Grecian soyle two brothers born there is, they father haue Agenetos, whose blis, In happie time the children ...
It seemes that Tunis is an auncient towne Neere to the ruines of Carthage once so prowde,Whose stately buildings now ...
Roome is a taker, Poets say, And lawyers are so too, you seeRoome is a taker by my fate, No ...
Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes, Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times: What foolish Patron, is there ...
Great Lady, Humble partners of like griefe In bringing Comfort may deserve beliefe, Because they Feele and Feyne not: Thus ...
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