The Banquet (George Herbert Poems)
Welcome sweet and sacred cheer, Welcome deare;With me, in ...
Welcome sweet and sacred cheer, Welcome deare;With me, in ...
Those (Cynthia) that do taste the honey-dew, Of thy moist rosie lips, (who ...
Come ye hither all, whose taste Is your waste;Save ...
As men, for fear the starres should sleep and nod, And trip at night, have spheres supplied;As if a ...
To write a verse or two is all the praise That I can raise; ...
My Friend, perswade me not to stay, When Love and Beauty calls away: Let him be wretched, whom the Rain ...
As he that sees a dark and shadie grove, Stayes not, but looks beyond it on the skie; ...
If we could see belowThe sphere of vertue, and each shining grace, ...
NOt that thy Fair Hand Should lead me from my deep Dispaire, Or thy Love, Cloris, End my Care, And ...
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
I Sing the Man that never Equal knew, Whose Mighty Arms all Asia did subdue, Whose Conquests through the spacious ...
AS those who pass the Alps do say, The Rocks which first oppose their way, And so amazing-High do show, ...
In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene, And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie; The apple rodded from ...
Were I (who to my cost already am One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man) A Spirit free, to choose ...
See how the Rainbow in the skie Seems gaudy through the Suns bright eye; Harke how an Eccho answere makes, ...
Though after Death, Thanks lessen into Praise, And Worthies be not crown'd with gold, but bayes; Shall we not thank? ...
OCTOBER: Ægloga DecimaPIERCE & CUDDIE Cuddie, for shame hold up thy heavye head, And let us cast with what delight ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
IN that proud port, which her so goodly graceth, whiles her faire face she reares vp to the skie: and ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Dorinda When Death, shall snatch us from these Kids, And shut up our divided Lids, Tell me Thyrsis, prethee do, ...
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