The Request (Abraham Cowley Poems)
I'AVE often wish'd to love; what shall I do? Me still the cruel boy does spare; ...
I'AVE often wish'd to love; what shall I do? Me still the cruel boy does spare; ...
"Once more I hear the everlasting sea Breathing beneath the mountain's fragrant breast, Come unto Me, ...
There are some that long for a limpid lake by a blue Italian shore, Or a palm-grove out where the ...
They tell me she is beautiful, my City, That she is colorful and quaint, alone Among the cities. ...
Beyond the Chiltern coast, this church:A lighthouse in dry seas of standing corn.Bees hive in the tower; the outer stonePared ...
EYES with the same blue witchery as thoseOf Psyche, which caught Love in his own wiles;Lips of the breath and ...
This is the image of my last content: My soul shall be a little lonely lake, So hidden that no ...
Is there a solitary wretch who hies To the tall cliff, with starting pace or slow,And, measuring, views with ...
Rugged! Rugged as Parnassus! Rude, as all roads I have trod- Yet are steeps and stone-strewn passes Smooth o'erhead, and ...
"If I must die, The earth is inarticulate to sing The dirge I crave: The sorrow of the murmur-laden wave, ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Sea-born goddess, let me be By thy son thus graced, and thee, That whene'er I woo, I find Virgins coy, ...
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows ...
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war ...
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
She comes, she comes--the burden of the deeps! Beneath her wails the universal sea! With clanking chains and a new ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
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