A Crown of Sonnets Dedicated to Love (Mary Wroth Poems)
In this strange Labyrinth how shall I turne,Wayes are on all sids while the way I misse:If to the right ...
Mary Wroth Poems on Desire (15 Poems)
42 (Song 6) (Mary Wroth Poems)
You happy blessed eyes,Which in that ruling place,Have force both to delight, and to disgrace;Whose light allures and tyesAll hearts ...
58 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Say Venus how long have I lov'd, and serv'd you heere?Yet all my passions scorn'd or doubted, although cleere;Alas thinke ...
21 (Song 3) (Mary Wroth Poems)
Stay my thoughts do not aspire,To vaine hopes of high desire;See you not all meanes bereft,To injoye no joye is ...
16 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Am I thus conquer'd? hame I lost the powers,That to withstand, which joyes to ruine me?Must I bee still, while ...
from: Pamphilia to Amphilanthus (Mary Wroth Poems)
When night's blacke Mantle could most darknesse prove,And sleepe (deaths Image) did my senses hyre,From Knowledge of my selfe, then ...
5 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Can pleasing sight, misfortune ever bring?Can firme desire a painefull torment trye?Can winning eyes prove to the heart a sting?Or ...
Sonnet VII (Mary Wroth Poems)
How bless'd bee they, then, who his favors prove,A life whereof the birth is just desire?Breeding sweete flame, which harts ...
Sonnet V (Mary Wroth Poems)
And burne, yet burning you will love the smart,When you shall feele the waight of true desire,So pleasing, as you ...
37 (Mary Wroth Poems)
How fast thou fliest, O time, on loves swift wings,To hopes of joy, that flatters our desire:Which to a Lover ...
19 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Sweet shades, why doe you seeke to giwe delightTo me, who deeme delight in this wilde place:But torment, sorrow, and ...
15 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Deare famish not what you your selfe gave food,Destroy not what your glory is to save:Kill not that soule to ...
64 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Love like a Jugler, comes to play his prize,And all mindes draw his wonders to admire,To see how cunningly he ...
98 (Mary Wroth Poems)
When I beheld the Image of my deare,With greedy lookes mine eyes would that way bend,Feare, and Desire, did inwardly ...
59 (Mary Wroth Poems)
I that am of all most crost,Having, and that had have lost,May with reason thus complaine,Since love breeds love, and ...