The Shepheardes Calender: September (Edmund Spenser Poems)
September: ?gloga Nona. Hobbinol & Diggon Dauie.Hobbinol.Diggon Dauie, I bidde her god day: Or Diggon her is, or I missaye. ...
Poems about starre (21 Poems)
To The Lady Katherine (Aemilia Lanyer Poems)
Although great Lady. it may seeme right strangeThat I a stranger should presume thus farre,To write to you: yet as ...
XII: Epistle To Elizabeth Countesse Of Rutland (Ben Jonson Poems)
Madame,VVhil'st that, for which all vertue now is sold, And almost every vice, almightie gold,That which, to boote with hell, ...
The Sheepheard Arsilius, His Song to His Rebeck (Bartholomew Young Poems)
Now Love and Fortune turne to me againe, And now each one enforceth and assures ...
The Sheepheard Faustus His Song (Bartholomew Young Poems)
A faire Mayde wed to prying Jealousie,One of the fairest as ever I did see:If that thou wilt a secret ...
The Banquet (George Herbert Poems)
Welcome sweet and sacred cheer, Welcome deare;With me, in ...
Artillerie (George Herbert Poems)
As I one ev'ning sat before my cell, Me thought a starre did shoot into my lap. I rose, and ...
Of The Sea Scene (Francis Kynaston Poems)
VVho Lucrine Lakes or Neros Ponds commends. Admire a Northerne King, whose work ...
Employment [II] (George Herbert Poems)
He that is weary, let him sit. My soul would stirre And trade ...
Divinitie (George Herbert Poems)
As men, for fear the starres should sleep and nod, And trip at night, have spheres supplied;As if a ...
Mattens (George Herbert Poems)
I cannot ope mine eyes, But thou art ready there to catch My ...
The Sonne (George Herbert Poems)
Let forrain nations of their language boast,What fine varietie each tongue affords:I like our language, as our men and coast;Who ...
A Sunset (Victor Hugo Poem)
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
Eclogues (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
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 ...
Of Death & Resurrection (William Strode Poems)
Like to the rowling of an eye, Or like a starre shott from the skye, Or like a hand upon ...
On Sir Thomas Savill Dying Of The Small Pox (William Strode Poems)
Take, greedy death, a body here entomd That by a thousand stroakes was made one wound, Where all thy shafts ...
On The Death Of The Right Honourable The Lord Viscount Bayning (William Strode Poems)
Though after Death, Thanks lessen into Praise, And Worthies be not crown'd with gold, but bayes; Shall we not thank? ...
You Gote-heard Gods (Sir Philip Sidney Poems)
Strephon. You Gote-heard Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines, You Nimphes that haunt the springs in pleasant vallies, You Satyrs ...
From ‘Daphnaida’ (Edmund Spenser Poems)
SHE fell away in her first ages spring, Whil'st yet her leafe was greene, and fresh her rinde, And whil'st ...
To Mr. Cyriack Skinner Upon His Blindness (John Milton Poems)
Cyriack, this three years day these eys, though clear To outward view, of blemish or of spot; Bereft of light ...