XIV: Ode: To Sir William Sydney, On His Birth-day (Ben Jonson Poems)
Now that the harth is crown'd with smiling fire, And some do drink, and some do dance, Some ring, ...
Now that the harth is crown'd with smiling fire, And some do drink, and some do dance, Some ring, ...
So would a soul, if that it did but know (Being form'd in ...
Blest Order, which in power dost so excell,That with th' one hand thou liftest to the sky,And with the other ...
What is this strange and uncouth thingTo make me sigh, and seek, and faint, and die,Untill I ...
A. D. 1692 SOE, Mistress Anne, faire neighbour myne, How rides a witche when nighte-winds blowe? Folk saye that ...
Sometime there ben a lyttel boy That wolde not renne and play,And helpless like that little tyke Ben allwais in ...
Sorrie I am, my God, sorrie I am, That my offences course it in a ring. My thoughts are working ...
Poore nation, whose sweet sap and juiceOur eyens have purloin'd, and left you ...
" ich bin die Asche meiner Flammen deren Brennholz ich wurde das mich kleinschlug als ich Axt war gehalten von ...
i am the ashesof my flameswhose firewoodi becamewhich minced meas i was an axholdedby my handswhich burned meuntill i searchedcoolingin ...
GIVE me women, wine, and snuff Untill I cry out "hold, enough!" You may do so sans objection Till the ...
THE APPARITION OF HIS, MISTRESS, CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM DESUNT NONNULLA-- Come then, and like two doves with silvery wings, ...
Sometime there ben a lyttel boy That wolde not renne and play, And helpless like that little tyke Ben allwais ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
1 A SONG of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms-a ...
Preethee stand still awhile, and view this tree Renown'd and honour'd for antiquitie By all the neighbour twiggs; for such ...
Dawson the Butler's dead: Although I think Poets were ne'er infusde with single drinke Ile spend a farthing muse; some ...
Take, greedy death, a body here entomd That by a thousand stroakes was made one wound, Where all thy shafts ...
Let Ramah rejoice with Cochineal. Let Gaba rejoice with the Prickly Pear, which the Cochineal feeds on. Let Nebo rejoice ...
IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to ...
Here lieth one who did most truly prove, That he could never die while he could move, So hung his ...
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