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 Night (16 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 ...
49 (Song 7) (Mary Wroth Poems)
Sorrow, I yeeld, and grieve that I did misse;Will not thy rage be satified with this?As sad a Divell as ...
13 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Cloy'd with the torments of a tedious night,I wish for day; which come, I hope for joy:When crosse I finde, ...
65 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Most blessed night, the happy time for Love,The shade for Lovers, and their Loves delight,The raigne of Love for seruants ...
4 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Forbeare darke night, my joyes now budd againe,Lately growne dead, while cold aspects, did chillThe roote at heart, and my ...
Sonnet IV (Mary Wroth Poems)
And be in his brave Court a glorious lightShine in the eyes of Faith, and ConstancyMaintaine the fires of Love, ...
Sonnet XII (Mary Wroth Poems)
Be giv'n to him who triumphs in his right;Nor fading be, but like those blossomes faire,Which fall for good, and ...
22 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Come darkest Night, becomming sorrow best,Light leave thy light, fit for a lightsome soule:Darknesse doth truely sute with me opprest,Whom ...
33 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Fly hence O Joy, noe longer heere abide,Too great thy pleasures are for my despaireTo looke on, losses now must ...
63 (Mary Wroth Poems)
In night yet may we see some kinde of light,When as the Moone doth please to shew her face,And in ...
26 (Mary Wroth Poems)
When every one to pleasing pastime hiesSome hunt, some hawke, some play, while some delightIn sweet discourse, and musicke shewes ...
23 (Mary Wroth Poems)
The Sunne which glads, the earth at his bright sight,When in the morne he showes his golden face,And takes the ...
20 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Which should I better like of, day or night?Since all the day, I live in bitter woe:Injoying light more cleere ...
43 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Night, welcome art thou to my minde distrest,Darke, heavy, sad, yet not more sad then I:Never could'st thou find fitter ...