A Pindaric Ode (Ben Jonson Poem)
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, When the prodigious Hannibal did crown ...
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 ...
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in ...
to the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that noble pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir H. Morison IT is not ...
So breaks the sun earth's rugged chains, Wherein rude winter bound her veins; So grows both stream and source of ...
Beauties, have ye seen this toy, Called Love, a little boy, Almost naked, wanton, blind; Cruel now, and then as ...
Let it not your wonder move, Less your laughter, that I love. Though I now write fifty years, I have ...
I now think Love is rather deaf than blind, For else it could not be That she, Whom I adore ...
Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each Muse Who, to thy one, all other brains refuse; Whose every work of ...
Still to be neat, still to be dressed, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still ...
FALSE world, good night! since thou hast brought That hour upon my morn of age; Henceforth I quit thee from ...
A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze, una spalla dove piange la morte e un bosco di colombe disseccate. C'e' un ...
THOUGH beauty be the mark of praise, And yours of whom I sing be such As not the world can ...
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in ...
STILL to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powder'd, still ...
FOLLOW a shadow, it still flies you; Seem to fly it, it will pursue: So court a mistress, she denies ...
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in ...
Wouldst thou hear what man can say In a little? Reader, stay. Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty ...
Have you seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touched it? Have you marked but the fall ...
Pray thee, take care, that tak'st my book in hand, To read it well -- that is, to understand. (Ben ...
For love's sake, kiss me once again; I long, and should not beg in vain, Here's none to spy or ...
Hear me, O God! A broken heart Is my best part. Use still thy rod, That I may prove Therein ...
Do but consider this small dust Here running in the glass, By atoms moved; Could you believe that this The ...
Good and great God, can I not think of thee But it must straight my melancholy be? Is it interpreted ...
Weep with me, all you that read This little story; And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self ...
Rhyme, the rack of finest wits, That expresseth but by fits True conceit, Spoiling senses of their treasure, Cozening judgment ...
Come, my Celia, let us prove While we may, the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever; He ...
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