A Lover’s Anger (Matthew Prior Poems)
As Cloe came into the Room t'other Day,I peevish began; Where so long cou'd You stay?In your Life-time You never ...
As Cloe came into the Room t'other Day,I peevish began; Where so long cou'd You stay?In your Life-time You never ...
I know thou art true, and I know thou art fair As the rose-bud that blooms in thy beautiful hair;Thou art ...
IN a garden that I know,Only palest blossoms blow.There the lily, purest nun,Hides her white face from the sun,And the ...
Hear'st thou that sound upon the window pane?Said the youth softly, as outstretched he layWhere for an hour outstretched he ...
SPIRIT! who over this our mortal Earth, Where nought hath birth Which imperfection doth not some way dim, Since Earth ...
I.ONCE more the people meet, With glad expectant faces: once again The fair young monarch and her lovely train, With ...
"THOUGH you be absent here, I needs must say The Trees as beauteous are, and flowers as gay, ...
"AT length, departed saint! thy pangs are o'er, And earthly suff'ring shall be thine no more; Like some young rose-bud, ...
TO-DAY I've discovered a treasure Tied up with a ribbon of blue; That record of pain and of pleasure, A ...
To her Sleeping Infant. SEE the beauteous baby smiling In that calm and gentle sleep,Of its grief my heart ...
Low at my feet there lies to-night A crushed and withered rose; Within its heart of fading red No crimson ...
O WHO are thou with that queenly brow And uncrowned head? And why is the vest that binds thy breast, ...
YOU came to see me yesterday,And plucked a rose-bud on your way,Do you remember?From the sweet bush beside your gate,I ...
Quiet miles of golden sky,And in my heart a sudden flower.I want to clap my hands and cryFor Beauty in ...
Am I despised, because you say; And I dare swear, that I am gray? Know, Lady, you have but your ...
O Fair and stately maid, whose eye Was kindled in the upper sky At the same torch that lighted mine; ...
ADOWN winding Nith I did wander, To mark the sweet flowers as they spring; Adown winding Nith I did wander, ...
A ROSE-BUD by my early walk, Adown a corn-enclosed bawk, Sae gently bent its thorny stalk, All on a dewy ...
The little white clouds are racing over the sky, And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower ...
Twice forty months of Wedlock did I stay, Then had my vows crown'd with a Lovely boy, And yet in ...
Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone: No flower of ...
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