The New Bath Guide: Part II, Letter IX (Christopher Anstey Poems)
Miss Jenny W---d---r, to Lady Eliz. M---d---ss, at --- Castle, North. A Journal. To humbler strains, ye Nine, descend, And ...
Miss Jenny W---d---r, to Lady Eliz. M---d---ss, at --- Castle, North. A Journal. To humbler strains, ye Nine, descend, And ...
December: ?gloga Duodecima.He gentle shepheard satte beside a springe, All in the shadowe of a bushy brere, That Colin hight, ...
Incipit carmen secundum ordinem litterarum alphabeti.Almighty and al merciable queene,To whom that al this world fleeth for socour,To have relees ...
June: AEgloga Sexta. HOBBINOL & COLIN Cloute.HOBBINOL.LO! Collin, here the place, whose pleasaunt syte From other shades hath weand my ...
If ever the time comes for me to dieTake a white birchwood table out there to the river,Set it up ...
I Under the trees in the dell. Here by the side of the stream, Were it not pleasant to dream, ...
I.I say! hey! cousin there! I mustn't call you brother!Yet you have a tail behind, and I have another!You pull, ...
You've heard of the Valley of Klondyke, The cruellest and hardest of places,Where all men are moiling and toiling for ...
Good Muse, rocke me aslepeWith some sweete harmony;This wearie eye is not to kepeThy wary company.Sweet Love, begon a while,Thou ...
Some bewties make a god of flatterie, And scorne Eliziums eternall types,Nathes, I abhorre such faithles prophesie, Least I be ...
Now welcome Summer with thy sunne soft,That hast this winter's weathers overshake,And driven away the longe nighties black.Saint Valentine, that ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed; Night resonance recedes, night walkers' song After great ...
Beautiful natural blossoms, Pure delicate body, You stand without trembling. Little mist of fallen starlight, Perfect, beyond my reach, How ...
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
From the wrinkle between my brows You watch till day breaks On my face The waxen night Is beginning to ...
The horizons ring me like faggots, Tilted and disparate, and always unstable. Touched by a match, they might warm me, ...
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