The Third Booke Of Qvodlibets (Robert Hayman Poems)
Iustice Epigram.Kings doe correct those that Rebellious are,And their good Subjects worthily preferre:Iust Epigrams reproue those that offend,And those that ...
Poems about witnes (14 Poems)
The Famous Historie: Cap. IX (Patrick Gordon Poems)
The Argument.An English visard with great arte foreshowesThe Douglas of spring great to these our daiesAnd how that happie famelie ...
The Cock and The Fox (Robert Henryson Poems)
Thogh brutal beestes be irrational,That is to say, wantand, discretioun,Yit ilk ane in their kindes naturalHas many divers inclinatioun:The bair ...
A dolefull Dumpe (Humfrey Gifford Poems)
Who so doth mone, and lackes a mate, to bee partaker of his woe,And will discourse of his estate, Let him and ...
When Ragyng Loue With Extreme Payne (Henry Howard Poems)
When ragyng loue with extreme payne Most cruelly distrains my hart: When that my teares, as floudes of rayne, Beare witnes of my ...
58 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Say Venus how long have I lov'd, and serv'd you heere?Yet all my passions scorn'd or doubted, although cleere;Alas thinke ...
4 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Forbeare darke night, my joyes now budd againe,Lately growne dead, while cold aspects, did chillThe roote at heart, and my ...
34 (Mary Wroth Poems)
You blessed shades, which give me silent rest,Witnes but this when death hath clos'd mine eyes,And separated me from earthly ...
Oh, Fortune! (Queen Elizabeth I Poems)
Oh, Fortune! how thy restlesse wavering stateHath fraught with cares my troubled witt!Witnes this present prisonn, whither fateCould beare me, ...
Lines On A Portrait Of Donne In His Eighteenth Year (Izaak Walton Poems)
This was for youth, Strength, Mirth, and wit that Time Most count their golden Age; but t'was not thine. Thine was thy ...
Theophila Or Loves Sacrifice. Canto XIII (Edward Benlowes Poems)
THE PLEASVRE OF RETIREMENT. The Reinvitation. THEOPHISA's fill'd wth Sweetness, & so Fair: Her Eyes so mild, her Breath perfumes ...
Wallace: Book I (Blind Hary Poems)
(VITA NOBILISSIMI DEFENSORIS SCOTIE WILELMI WALLACE MILITIS)Book IOur antecessowris that we suld of reideAnd hald in mynde, thar nobille worthi ...
From ‘Arcades’ (John Milton Poems)
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
On Shakespear (John Milton Poems)
What needs my Shakespear for his honour'd Bones, The labour of an age in piled Stones, Or that his hallow'd ...