The Boyes answer to the Blackmoor (Henry King Poems)
Black Maid, complain not that I fly,When Fate commands Antipathy:Prodigious might that union prove,Where Night and Day together move,And the ...
Black Maid, complain not that I fly,When Fate commands Antipathy:Prodigious might that union prove,Where Night and Day together move,And the ...
MISFORTUNE'S stings transfix the purest heart,And souls, unknown to guilt, with anguish smart.Not virtue can secure the good man's state,Nor ...
HAPPY the land, round which the ocean flows,Whose ebbing waves its fertile soil compose.The shepherd fearless leads his flocks to ...
NOW Robin Hood, Will Scadlock and Little JohnAre walking over the plain,With a good fat buck which Will ScadlockWith his ...
Luc. Phar. Lib. .I. Come, Life's long Hope, and on thy peaceful Breast My burning Temples let me rest! Worn ...
RELENTLESS war, must still thy dreaded callThe tender lover from his mistress part?From beauty's eyes bid tears of anguish fall,And ...
'TIS past! The sultry tyrant of the southHas spent his short-liv'd rage; more grateful hoursMove silent on; the skies no ...
Carm. Lib. . Ode . Paraphrased.I. Ah! dearest Friend, the Years are flying; They flie alass! they pass away (Like ...
To the still Covert of a Wood About the prime of Day, A Lyon, satiated with Food, With stately ...
O Dreadfull Justice, what a fright and terrour ...
POsthumus boasts he does not Thunder fear, And for this cause would Innocent appear; That in his Soul no Terrour ...
To the still Covert of a Wood About the prime of Day, A Lyon, satiated with Food, With stately Pace, ...
Ah why hath nature to so hard a hart, giuen so goodly giftes of beauties grace? whose pryde depraues each ...
To the Lord Fairfax. See how the arched Earth does here Rise in a perfect Hemisphere! The stiffest Compass could ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
I It was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw ...
IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
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