The Lover’s Resolution (George Wither Poems)
Shall I, wasting in despaire,Dye because a woman's faire?Or make pale my cheeks with care'Cause another's rosie are?Be shee fairer ...
Shall I, wasting in despaire,Dye because a woman's faire?Or make pale my cheeks with care'Cause another's rosie are?Be shee fairer ...
OH thou great Power, in whom I move,For whom I live, to whom I die,Behold me through thy beams of ...
If thou our Prince set forth in colours fit,Let Maiestie (inthron'd) in's Countenance sit.On's lips let Pitho, on's brows let ...
The RECAPITULATION.And Pourtrait of a Heav'nly breathing Soul. Whoso delights to burn in holy Fire Of Virgin fair Theophila, Joy, ...
The Admiration.ARGUMENT. Coeli trina MONAS, TRIAS una, faveto precanti! PERSONAS un? Tres DEITATE colo! Sunt tria, sunt & idem, Fons, ...
ME Thought I pass'd through th'Edalyan Groues,And askt the Graces, if they could directMe to a Lady whom Minerva chose,With ...
Ole Mother Moon 'oo yanks 'er beamin' dile Acrost the sky when we've grown sick o' day,She's like some fat ...
When I'm sittin' in me dug-out wiv me rifle on me knees,An' a yowlin', 'owlin' chorus comes a-floatin' up the ...
Now, when a bloke 'e cracks a bloke fer insults to a skirt, An' wrecks a joint to square a ...
'E sez to me, "Wot's orl this flamin' war? The papers torks uv nothin' else but scraps.An'wot's ole England got ...
'Twas a winter night at the Diamond Bar,The wind was blowin' cold.The Dipper swung 'round the dim North StarAnd the ...
Let Lovers that like honey flies After balme dropping showres ...
Those (Cynthia) that do taste the honey-dew, Of thy moist rosie lips, (who ...
Late in an evening forth I wentA little before the sun gade down,And there I chanc't, by accident,To light on ...
What do you gather? the maiden said, Shaking her sunlit curls at me--"See, these flowers I plucked are dead, ...
Drink to me, only, with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine;Or leave a kisse but in the cup, ...
I thought I would go daft when Joey died. He was my first, and wise beyond his years. For nigh ...
SHE fell away in her first ages spring, Whil'st yet her leafe was greene, and fresh her rinde, And whil'st ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
Four bright steel crosses, universal joints, plucked out of the burlap sack -- "the heart of the drive train," the ...
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