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 ...
Mary Wroth Poems on Sense & Perception (18 Poems)
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 ...
91 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Sweet, let me enjoy thy sightMore cleare, more bright then morning Sun,Which in Spring-time giues delightAnd by which Summers pride ...
28 (Song 4) (Mary Wroth Poems)
Sweetest Love returne againe,Make not too long stay;Killing mirth and forcing paine;Sorrow leading way:Let us not thus parted be,Loue, and ...
29 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Poore eyes bee blinde, the light behold noe more,Since that is gon which is your deare delight:Ravish'd from you by ...
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 ...
9 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Ledd by the power of griefe to wailings brought,By false conceit of change fallen on my part;I seeke for some ...
38 (Mary Wroth Poems)
How many eyes (poore Love) hast thou to guardThee from thy most desired wish, and end?Is it because some say ...
50 (Mary Wroth Poems)
O dearest eyes, the lights, and guides of Love,The joyes of Cupid, who himselfe borne blinde,To your bright shining, doth ...
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 ...
18 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Sleepe fye possesse me not, nor doe not frightMe with thy heavy, and thy deathlike might:For counterfetting's wilder then death's ...
25 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Like to the Indians scorched with the Sunne,The Sunne which they doe as their God adore:So am I us'd by ...
47 (Mary Wroth Poems)
You blessed Starres, which doe Heaven's glory show,And at your brightnesse make our eyes admire:Yet envy not, though I on ...
96 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Late in the Forrest I did Cupid seeCold, wett, and crying, he had lost his way,And being blinde was farther ...
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 ...
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 ...