Theophila Or Loves Sacrifice. Canto VIII (Edward Benlowes Poems)
The Admiration.ARGUMENT. Coeli trina MONAS, TRIAS una, faveto precanti! PERSONAS un? Tres DEITATE colo! Sunt tria, sunt & idem, Fons, ...
The Admiration.ARGUMENT. Coeli trina MONAS, TRIAS una, faveto precanti! PERSONAS un? Tres DEITATE colo! Sunt tria, sunt & idem, Fons, ...
Dearly beloved Countrymen and Friends, Accept the verse an half--starv'd Poet sends: Who scant of paper in these needy times, ...
The Lamentable and Tragical History of Titus Adronicus, &c.You noble minds, and famous martiall wights,That in defence of native country ...
My chaise the village Inn did gain, Just as the setting sun's last ray Tipt with refulgent gold the vane ...
When first Apollo got my brain with Childe,He made large promise never to beguile,But like an honest Father, he would ...
Come all you sons of Freedom, a chorus join with me,I'll sing a song of heroes, and glorious liberty.Some lads ...
With every plague that can conspire To curse a wretched country squire, Six hundred sheep on fields at Kneeton Starv'd ...
WANDERING in the still of eve, While songsters homeward cleave the air, With lively notes my voice I tun'd, To ...
As Merc'ry travell'd thro' a Wood, (Whose Errands are more Fleet than Good) An Elephant before him lay, That much ...
Had they fallen in the battle,With the old flag waving high,We should mourn, but not in anguish,For the soldier thus ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering; The sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no ...
To Admiration Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire, Ravish'd a world beyond the farthest thought, And knowing more ...
When first I ended, then I first began, The more I travell'd, further from my rest, Where most I lost, ...
NO 1 sculptured marble here, nor pompous lay, "No storied urn nor animated bust;" This simple stone directs pale Scotia's ...
HAIL, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Frae common sense, or sunk enerv'd 'Mang ...
"I die, I die!" the Mother said, "My children die for lack of bread. What more has the merciless Tyrant ...
"I die, I die!" the Mother said, "My children die for lack of bread. What more has the merciless Tyrant ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule, First put the British troops to school; Instructed them in warlike trade, And new ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
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