Hymn To Light (Abraham Cowley Poems)
First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst comeFrom the old Negro's darksome womb!Which, when it saw the lovely child,The melancholy ...
First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst comeFrom the old Negro's darksome womb!Which, when it saw the lovely child,The melancholy ...
First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst comeFrom the old Negro's darksome womb!Which, when it saw the lovely child,The melancholy ...
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; ...
Whilst what I write I do not see, I dare thus, ev'n to you, write poetry.Ah, foolish Muse! ...
I'LL on; for what should hinder meFrom loving and enjoying thee?Thou canst not those exceptions make,Which vulgar, sordid mortals take-That ...
Tentanda via est, etc. What shall I do to be forever known, And make the age ...
The fish around her crowded, as they doTo the false light that treacherous fisher shew,And all with as much ease ...
In vain, thou drowsy God! I thee invoke; For thou, who dost from fumes arise- ...
I came, I saw, and was undone;Lightning did through my bones and marrow run; A pointed pain pierc'd ...
Beneath this gloomy shade,By Nature only for my sorrows made,I'll spend this voyce in crys,In tears I'll waste these eyesBy ...
INDEED I must confess, When souls mix 't is an happiness;But not complete till bodies too do combine,And ...
FIVE years ago (says Story) I lov'd you,For which you call me most inconstant now;Pardon me, Madam! you mistake the ...
'Tis true, I'have lov'd already three or four, And shall three or four hundred more; I'll ...
Thou robb'st my days of business and delights, Of sleep thou robb'st my nights ; Ah, lovely thief, what ...
LOVE in her sunny eyes does basking play;Love walks the pleasant mazes of her hair;Love does on both her lips ...
I wonder what those lovers mean, who say They have giv'n their hearts away. Some good ...
It gave a piteous groan, and so it broke; In vain it something would have spoke: ...
Come, love, why stay'st thou? The nightWill vanish ere wee taste delight.The moone obscures her selfe from sight, Thou absent, ...
Awake, awake, my Lyre! And tell thy silent master's humble tale In sounds that may prevail; Sounds that gentle thoughts ...
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