Frendly Caueat to the Second Shakerley of Powles (Gabriel Harvey Poems)
Slumbering I lay in melancholy bed, Before the dawning of the sanguin light: When Eccho Shrill, or some Familiar Spright ...
Poems about soules (21 Poems)
Clarissimo Viro Domino (Charles Fitzgeffrey Poems)
Who wisely reades thy lines may well be bolde,Pythagoras his Paradoxe to holde,That dead mens soules (for which men fondly ...
Ubi Sunt Qui Ante Nos Fuerunt? (Anonymous Americas Poems)
Were beth they that biforen us weren,Houndes ladden and havekes beren, And hadden feld and wode?The riche levedies in hoere ...
The Love Unfeigned (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
O YONGE fresshe folkes, he or she, In which that love up groweth with your age, Repeyreth hoom ...
Inscription In St Cross Near Winchester, To John Newles, On A Brass Near The West Entrance Of The Church (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
The yere of our Lord m. ccc. l. and two:Vpon the xi day in the moneth of Febever:The soul of ...
Epitaph (Abraham Cowley Poems)
Underneath this marble stone,Lie two beauties joyn'd in one.Two whose loves, death could not sever,For both liv'd, both dy'd together.Two ...
To the Name above every Name, the Name of Jesus (Richard Crashaw Poem)
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
Prayer (Richard Crashaw Poem)
LO here a little volume, but great Book A nest of new-born sweets; Whose native fires disdaining To ly thus ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
A Song On The Baths (William Strode Poems)
What Angel stirrs this happy Well, Some Muse from thence come shew't me, One of those naked Graces tell That ...
A Translation Of The Nightingale Out Of Strada (William Strode Poems)
Now the declining sun 'gan downwards bend From higher heavens, and from his locks did send A milder flame, when ...
An Epitaph On Mr. Fishborne The Great London Benefactor, And His Executor (William Strode Poems)
What are thy gaines, O death, if one man ly Stretch'd in a bed of clay, whose charity Doth hereby ...
Her Epitaph (William Strode Poems)
Happy Grave, thou dost enshrine That which makes thee a rich mine: Remember yet, 'tis but a loane; And wee ...
In Commendation Of Musick (William Strode Poems)
When whispering straynes doe softly steale With creeping passion through the hart, And when at every touch wee feele Our ...
On A Dissembler (William Strode Poems)
Could any shewe where Plynyes people dwell Whose head stands in their breast; who cannot tell A smoothing lye because ...
On The Death Of Mrs. Mary Neudham (William Strode Poems)
As sinn makes gross the soule and thickens it To fleshy dulness, so the spotless white Of virgin pureness made ...
On The Death Of Sir Thomas Lea (William Strode Poems)
You that affright with lamentable notes The servants from their beef, whose hungry throats Vex the grume porter's surly conscience: ...
A Song On A Sigh (William Strode Poems)
O tell mee, tell, thou god of wynde, In all thy cavernes canst thou finde A vapor, fume, a gale ...
Sonnet I (Edmund Spenser Poems)
HAppy ye leaues when as those lilly hands, which hold my life in their dead doing might shall handle you ...
To the Lord Generall Cromwell May 1652 (John Milton Poems)
On The Proposalls Of Certaine Ministers At The Committee For Propagation Of The Gospell Cromwell, our cheif of men, who ...