Upon a Little Lady Under the Discipline of an Excellent Person. (Anne Killigrew Poem)
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
NOt that thy Fair Hand Should lead me from my deep Dispaire, Or thy Love, Cloris, End my Care, And ...
Melibæus. WElcome fair Nymphs, most welcome to this shade, Distemp'ring Heats do now the Plains invade: But you may sit, ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
LOng my dull Muse in heavy slumbers lay, Indulging Sloth, and to soft Ease gave way, Her Fill of Rest ...
I. HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse, Nor ought of Art or Labour use: But let ...
SO the renowned Ithacensian Queen In Tears for her Telemachus was seen, When leaving Home, he did attempt the Ire ...
NOw liquid Streams by the fierce Gold do grow As solid as the Rocks from whence they flow; Now Tibers ...
I Sing the Man that never Equal knew, Whose Mighty Arms all Asia did subdue, Whose Conquests through the spacious ...
TEll me thou safest End of all our Woe, Why wreched Mortals do avoid thee so: Thou gentle drier o'th' ...
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