On Oxford, The Muses Paradise. (Edward Benlowes Poems)
I. Leave, bashfull Muse, the too hot Latian Shore, To Albions temperate Clime sail or'e; Sing Learnings Tempe, where clear ...
I. Leave, bashfull Muse, the too hot Latian Shore, To Albions temperate Clime sail or'e; Sing Learnings Tempe, where clear ...
On her bed of protracted and lingering sickness. ONCE again, long silent lyre,Sound beneath this weary finger,Speak--but breathe with holy ...
Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the song,To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong.The mossy fountains, and the sylvan shades,The dreams of ...
'TIS past! The sultry tyrant of the southHas spent his short-liv'd rage; more grateful hoursMove silent on; the skies no ...
How, to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring (Worthy thy Fame) a grateful Offering? I, who by Toils of Sickness, ...
"SEE'ST thou yon lily in its blooming pride, Its snowy bosom op'ning to the view, Surcharg'd with gems of bright ...
ROSAMONDE.WILD midst the teeming buds of opening May, Breaking large branches from the flow'ry thorn, O'er the fern'd hills see ...
OH ! that amid this wandering maze of care,Where short-liv'd pleasure meets o'erwhelming woeAt every turn; e'en where bright virtue ...
FAREWEL , sweet shelter of the vernal grove, For lo! sad Autumn, desolating pow'r!Along the vales thy faded beauties ...
I. HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse, Nor ought of Art or Labour use: But let ...
AS those who pass the Alps do say, The Rocks which first oppose their way, And so amazing-High do show, ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
Though after Death, Thanks lessen into Praise, And Worthies be not crown'd with gold, but bayes; Shall we not thank? ...
DEAR SHADE OF HIM, who grac'd the mimick scene, And charm'd attention with resistless pow'r; Whose wond'rous art, whose fascinating ...
"With female Fairies will thy tomb be haunted "And worms will not come to thee." SHAKSPERE. WHEN from Day's closing ...
SWEET BIRD OF SORROW! why complain In such soft melody of Song, That ECHO, am'rous of thy Strain, The ling'ring ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
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