An Hymne of Heavenly Love (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Love, lift me up upon thy golden wingsFrom this base world unto thy heavens hight,Where I may see those admirable ...
Love, lift me up upon thy golden wingsFrom this base world unto thy heavens hight,Where I may see those admirable ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought,Through contemplation of those goodly sights,And glorious images in heaven wrought,Whose wondrous ...
The Lamentable and Tragical History of Titus Adronicus, &c.You noble minds, and famous martiall wights,That in defence of native country ...
THE wraiths of murdered hopes and loves Come whispering at the door, Come creeping through the weeping mist That drapes ...
Gentle heardsman, tell to me,Of curtesy I thee pray,Unto the towne of WalsinghamWhich is the right and ready way."Unto the ...
With every plague that can conspire To curse a wretched country squire, Six hundred sheep on fields at Kneeton Starv'd ...
It was a railway passenger, And he lept out jauntilie."Now up and bear, thou stout porter, My two chattels to ...
I think some spiteful fairyMy natal day did graceAnd leave me for a dowryA sympathetic face.Or why do people tell ...
You strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced, Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea, Gulping salt-water everlastingly, Cold-blooded, though with red your blood be ...
(E. L. G.) BENEATH a knap where flown Nestlings play, Within walls of weathered stone, Far away From the files ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
SHE fell away in her first ages spring, Whil'st yet her leafe was greene, and fresh her rinde, And whil'st ...
WHEN in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rime ...
When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme ...
When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme ...
On the road to nowhere What wild oats did you sow When you left your father's house With your cheeks ...
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