To Sir Roger Townsend (Ralph Knevet Poems)
I Sent my Muse unto the house of fame, Of her to enquire out some Honourd name Worthy of my Verse, and ...
I Sent my Muse unto the house of fame, Of her to enquire out some Honourd name Worthy of my Verse, and ...
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!Aboon them a' ye tak your place,Painch, tripe, or thairm:Weel are ...
Out of lemon flowersloosedon the moonlight, love'slashed and insatiableessences,sodden with fragrance,the lemon tree's yellowemerges,the lemonsmove downfrom the tree's planetariumDelicate merchandise!The ...
A gentle squire would gladly entertain Into his house some trencher chapelain; Some willing man that might instruct his sons, And that would ...
I. The Gothic looks solemn, The plain Doric columnSupports an old Bishop and Crosier; The mouldering arch, Shaded o'er by a larchStands next door ...
Part 1. St. Mark's hushed abbey heardThrough prayers a roar and din;A brawling voice did shout, "Knave shaveling, let me ...
Man's no mere scribe, who in the cloistered gloomOf some old convent sits away his life,Who at his trencher finds ...
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
Till I shall come again, let this suffice, I send my salt, my sacrifice To thee, thy lady, younglings, and ...
FAIR fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the pudding-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
(Time, Noon.) HUMPHREY: See'st thou not William that the scorching Sun By this time half his daily race has run? ...
Attend my words, my gentle knave, And you shall learn from me How boys at dinner may behave With due ...
Out of lemon flowers loosed on the moonlight, love's lashed and insatiable essences, sodden with fragrance, the lemon tree's yellow ...
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