On the Death of Mr. William Hervey (Abraham Cowley Poems)
IT was a dismal and a fearful night: Scarce could the Morn drive on th' unwilling Light, When Sleep, Death's ...
IT was a dismal and a fearful night: Scarce could the Morn drive on th' unwilling Light, When Sleep, Death's ...
I'AVE often wish'd to love; what shall I do? Me still the cruel boy does spare; ...
Though all thy gestures and discourses be Coin'd and stamp'd by modesty; ...
Tentanda via est, etc. What shall I do to be forever known, And make the age ...
No; to what purpose should I speak? No, wretched heart! swell till you break. She cannot ...
I came, I saw, and was undone;Lightning did through my bones and marrow run; A pointed pain pierc'd ...
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