A Pindaric Ode (Ben Jonson Poems)
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, ...
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, ...
To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that Noble Pair, Sir LuciusCary and Sir Henry Morison.I.THE TURN. Brave infant of ...
Not to know vice at all, and keepe true state, Is vertue, and not Fate:Next, to that vertue, is to ...
How blest art thou, canst love the countrey, Wroth, Whether by choyce, or fate, or both!And, though so neere the ...
Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show, Of touch, or marble; nor canst boast a rowOf polish'd pillars, or ...
The TurnBrave infant of Saguntum, clearThy coming forth in that great year,When the prodigious Hannibal did crownHis rage, with razing ...
Not to know vice at all, and keep true state, Is virtue and not fate:Next to that virtue, is to ...
Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age; Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, ...
Now that the harth is crown'd with smiling fire, And some do drink, and some do dance, Some ring, ...
Beauties, have ye seen this toy,Called Love, a little boy,Almost naked, wanton, blind;Cruel now, and then as kind?If he be ...
See the chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my lady rideth! Each that draws is ...
See the chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my lady rideth! Each that draws is a swan ...
Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps doth die; And this ...
And must I sing? what subject shall I chuse?Or whose great name in Poets heaven use?For the more countenance to ...
And must I sing? What subject shall I choose!Or whose great name in poets' heaven use,For the more countenance to ...
This morning, timely rapt with holy fire,I thought to form unto my zealous Muse What kind of creature I could ...
Have you seen but a bright lily growBefore rude hands have touched it?Have you marked but the fall of snowBefore ...
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, When the prodigious Hannibal did crown ...
Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps doth die; And this security, It is ...
Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age; Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, Usurp the chair ...
See the chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my lady rideth! Each that draws is a swan or a ...
SEE the Chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my Lady rideth! Each that draws is a swan or a ...
Beauties, have ye seen this toy, Called Love, a little boy, Almost naked, wanton, blind; Cruel now, and then as ...
Have you seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touched it? Have you marked but the fall ...
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