A Poetical Version Of A Letter From Facob Behmen (John Byrom Poems)
'TIS Man's own Nature, which in its own Life, Or Centre, stands in Enmity and Strife, And anxious, selfish, doing what it ...
'TIS Man's own Nature, which in its own Life, Or Centre, stands in Enmity and Strife, And anxious, selfish, doing what it ...
Dark the halls, and cold the feast,Gone the bridemaids, gone the priest.All is over, all is done,Twain of yesterday are ...
Why do people sit in darkness as regards the Negro race?Why so ignorant are nations of conditions in the case?'Tis ...
Dim dreams it hath of singing ways,Of far-off woodland water-heads,And shining ends of April daysAmongst the yellow runnel-beds.Stoop closer to ...
Rudiments, Rudiments, and Rudiments!'Thinketh one made them i' the fit o' the blues.'Thinketh one made them with the 'tips' to ...
1 Pastime with good company2 I love and shall unto I die.3 Grudge whoso will, but none deny,4 So God ...
Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,That in the frosty contre called Trace,Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeHonoured ...
1.I TO myself have neither power nor worth,Patience nor love, nor anything right good;My soul is a poor land, plenteous ...
(ll. 246-260) The Holy Lord, All-wielding God, with mighty handhad wrought ten angel-orders in whom He trusted well, that theywould ...
(ll. 389-400) "But now we suffer throes of hell, fire anddarkness, bottomless and grim. God hath thrust us out into ...
Weland among the Wurmas / wandered in exile,A single-minded earl / he suffered hardship,He had for his comrades / care ...
If I could but attain my wish,I'd have each day one wholesome dish,Of plain meat, or fowl, or fish.A glass ...
O YONGE fresshe folkes, he or she, In which that love up groweth with your age, Repeyreth hoom ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
The woman singeth at her spinning-wheel A pleasant chant, ballad or barcarole; She thinketh of her song, upon the whole, ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
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