A Pagan Reverie (Frances Fuller Victor Poems)
Tell me, mother Nature! tender yet stern mother! In what nomenclature (fitlier than another) Can I laud and ...
Tell me, mother Nature! tender yet stern mother! In what nomenclature (fitlier than another) Can I laud and ...
. Had it pleas'd him, from whom all wisdom flows, Him, who each good, each perfect gift bestows, With knowledge ...
WHEN Jove, in anger to the sons of the earth,Bid artful Vulcan give Pandora birth,And sent the fatal gift which ...
EYEZION.DAWN had not streak'd the spacious veil of night, When EYEZION, the light poet of the spring, Hied from his ...
The forward Youth that would appearMust now forsake his Muses dear,Nor in the Shadows singHis Numbers languishing.'Tis time to leave ...
When heapes of heauie hap, had fild my harte right full, And sorrow set forth pensiuenes, my ioyes away ...
BROWNING, old fellow,Your leaves grow yellow,Beginning to mellowAs seasons pass.Your cover is wrinkled,And stained and sprinkled,And warped and crinkledFrom sleep ...
STILL deep into the West I gazed; the light Clear, spiritual, tranquil as a bird Wide-winged that soars on the ...
Not in rich furniture, or fine array, Nor in a wedge of gold, ...
What should these clothes thus manifold,Lo! this hot summer's day?After great heate cometh cold;No man cast his pilche away.Of all ...
I. HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse, Nor ought of Art or Labour use: But let ...
TEll me thou safest End of all our Woe, Why wreched Mortals do avoid thee so: Thou gentle drier o'th' ...
Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name, So in a voice, so in ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
A Vulcan and a Venus seldom part. A blacksmith never us'd to filinge art Beyond a lock and key, for ...
Oh, how good it is to be Foot-loose and heart-free! Just my dog and pipe and I, underneath the vast ...
She was a Philistine spick and span, He was a bold Bohemian. She had the mode, and the last at ...
Penelope for her Vlisses sake, Deuiz'd a Web her wooers to deceaue: in which the worke that she all day ...
To make a final conquest of all me, Love did compose so sweet an Enemy, In whom both Beauties to ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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