The Mourning Muse Of Thestylis (Lodowick Bryskett Poems)
Come forth, ye Nymphes, come forth, forsake your watry bowres,Forsake your mossy caves, and help me to lament:Help me to ...
Come forth, ye Nymphes, come forth, forsake your watry bowres,Forsake your mossy caves, and help me to lament:Help me to ...
ON HIS REVISITING WARRINGTON IN 1789Friend of those years which from Youth's sparkling fountWith silent lapse down Time's swift gulf ...
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
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