Sonnet VIII: There’s Nothing Grieves Me (Michael Drayton Poems)
There's nothing grieves me, but that Age should haste, That in my days I may not see thee old, That ...
There's nothing grieves me, but that Age should haste, That in my days I may not see thee old, That ...
To Imagination Whilst yet mine Eyes do surfeit with delight, My woeful Heart, imprison'd in my breast, Wisheth to be ...
Our flood's-queen Thames for ships and swans is crown'd, And stately Severn for her shore is prais'd, The crystal Trent ...
How many paltry, foolish, painted things, That now is coaches trouble every street, Shall be forgotten, whom no Poet sings, ...
To the Celestial Numbers To this our world, to Learning, and to Heav'n, Three Nines there are, to every one ...
As in some countries far remote from hence The wretched creature destined to die, Having the judgement due to his ...
Calling to mind, since first my love begun, Th'uncertain times oft varying in their course, How things still unexpectedly have ...
Define my weal, and tell the joys of Heav'n; Express my woes, and show the pains of Hell; Declare what ...
Some men there be which like my method well And much commend the strangeness of my vein; Some say I ...
As Love and I, late harbor'd in one inn, With proverbs thus each other entertain: "In Love there is no ...
Love, banish'd Heav'n, on Earth was held in scorn, Wand'ring abroad in need and beggary, And wanting friends, though of ...
To the Shadow Letters and lines we see are soon defac'd, Metals do waste and fret with canker's rust, The ...
To the Senses When conquering Love did first my Heart assail, Unto mine aid I summon'd every Sense, Doubting, if ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
Calling to mind since first my love begun, Th' incertain times oft varying in their course, How things still unexpectedly ...
Dear, why should you command me to my rest When now the night doth summon all to sleep? Methinks this ...
To the Vestals Those priests which first the Vestal fire begun, Which might be borrow'd from no earthly flame, Devis'd ...
Taking my pen, with words to cast my woe, Duly to count the sum of all my cares, I find ...
To Time Stay, speedy Time, behold, before thou pass, From age to age what thou hast sought to see, One ...
Love in a humor play'd the prodigal And bade my Senses to a solemn feast; Yet, more to grace the ...
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
But let us leave Queen Mab a while, Through many a gate, o'er many a stile, That now had gotten ...
My heart was slain, and none but you and I; Who should I think the murther should commit, Since but ...
Is not Love here as 'tis in other climes, And differeth it, as do the several nations? Or hath it ...
Bright star of beauty, on whose eyelids sit A thousand nymph-like and enamour'd Graces, The Goddesses of Memory and Wit, ...
If he from Heav'n that filch'd that living fire Condemn'd by Jove to endless torment be, I greatly marvel how ...
NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth; She to whom Nature lent All that excelleth; By which the Muses late ...
Truce, gentle Love, a parley now I crave; Methinks 'tis long since first these wars begun; Nor thou nor I ...
I hear some say, "This man is not in love." "What? Can he love? A likely thing," they say; "Read ...
To Admiration Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire, Ravish'd a world beyond the farthest thought, And knowing more ...
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