Rhodon And Iris. Act I (Ralph Knevet Poems)
SCEN. 1.Poneria, Agnostus.Ag. Is the worlds eye not yet asleepe?Po. Hath Jove not yet put on his starry night-cap? No; nor Juno her spangl'd ...
Ralph Knevet Poems on Death & Dying (26 Poems)
Rhodon And Iris. Act V (Ralph Knevet Poems)
SCEN. 1.Acanthus, Anthophotus.An. Thou speak'st of things beyond beleefe, Acanthus.Ac. Too true it is, I shrewdly feare, For every circumstance makes it appeare That Rhodon ...
Rhodon And Iris. Act II (Ralph Knevet Poems)
SCEN. 1.Poneria, Agnostus.Po. Bold foolish wickednesse is that Which walks by day, expos'd to the world's eie. Sinne is the daughter of the darkest ...
Rhodon And Iris. Act IV (Ralph Knevet Poems)
SCEN. 1.Iris, Panace, Violetta.Ir. Curst was the wight that did in murther first Embrue his guilty hands: curst was that hand Which first was ...
A Gallery To The Temple. The Incarnation (Ralph Knevet Poems)
(My God) who dids't thy glorious throne forsake, And from a Virgin pure thy manhood take, That Thou, thereby mights't us thy ...
A Threnode (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Upon the Death of those two Honourable Gentlemen, Sir JOHN BURROWES, late Lieutenant of the English Infantrie in the Ile ...
Funerall Elegy 3. (Ralph Knevet Poems)
When Hils, and Valleys, wrap't in sheets of snow, Did pennance for their summer luxury, And Winter old unto the world did ...
Funerall Elegy 2. (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Retreate (sad passions) to your chanels now, Let sorrowes inundations cease to flow: Griefes, (which distinguish Mortals from the Gods) Ought to be ...
A Gallery To The Temple. Infinitenes (Ralph Knevet Poems)
(Lord) Hee, who goes about to find Thy pow'r, and bounds would to it sett, As soone may manacle the winde, Or aire ...
A Gallery To The Temple. Bounty (Ralph Knevet Poems)
(Lord) all the praise, Which I can attribute to thee, Is like a sparke, added to the sunnes rayes, Or droppe of water, ...
A Gallery To The Temple. Prodigyes (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Wee heare of dire portents, and Prodigies, Sad meteours of bloud, and fire, The signes of heavenly ire, Forewarners of the Earths calamityes, Summons ...
A Gallery To The Temple. The Dialogue (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Soule Nor wealthy mines, nor mineralls I seeke: My thoughts are low, and meeke, And like a tender leeke Both white, and greene; Though ...
A Gallery To The Temple. The Sute (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Lord winnowe mee from the vile dust Of vaine desires: Refine mee from my drosse, and rust, In gentle fires, Let mee not perish ...
A Gallery To The Temple. Neclect (Ralph Knevet Poems)
If Man knew his own blisse, Or all his capabilityes, Hee would not nayled bee to this low Center, Of earthly pleasures, But would ...
Upon The Death Of Sir Ralphe Shelton (Ralph Knevet Poems)
I am what, passion will: a stone, or tree: A mad Hercuba or sad Niobe. For who can see such ruines, and ...
A Gallery To The Temple. The Nosegay (Ralph Knevet Poems)
If I could weepe my self into a spring, Or a perpetuall current: then This Metamorphosis might seeme a thing Of merit, in ...
A Gallery To The Temple. The Terrours (Ralph Knevet Poems)
T'was time to rise, My Saviour knock't, But I was rock't Asleepe, by lusts, and vanityes: And when I wak'd, My self I found, Environ'd round By ...
A Gallery To The Temple. The Combate (Ralph Knevet Poems)
The World's a spacious Amphitheater, And wee are slaves each one: The sinne of our first Parents, did conferre This sad condition On us: ...
A Gallery To The Temple. The Progresse (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Man in the wombe, is but a Zoophyte, There nourish'd like a plant: But when Hee is produc'd to the day-light, Disclos'd from ...
To Mr. William Poston Of Paston (Ralph Knevet Poems)
(Yong hopefull sprigge) that art borne to inherit Abundant wealth (if thou dost not preferre it Before the freedome) know that thy ...
A Gallery To The Temple. The World (Ralph Knevet Poems)
What magicke spell Confines mee to this Circle wide? What characters devis'd by arts of Hell, Have my affections to this prison ty'd? This ...
A Gallery To The Temple. Jordan (Ralph Knevet Poems)
The cruell Souldier, with his speare, Did pierce our Saviours side, Whence bloud did flow, with water cleare: Oh what a blessed Fount ...
A Gallery To The Temple. L’Envoy (Ralph Knevet Poems)
(Oh Lord) I confesse with shame, I ought not to mixe thy name, Either in my prose, or verse, If not sprinkled with ...
A Gallery To The Temple. Securitye (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Th' unactive Element, In Man is most predominant: Earth is his belov'd home, and his content: Hee well could heavenly gloryes want, If Hell, ...
A Gallery To The Temple. The Echo (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Telle me (my Soule) how doth thy comfort flow? Ech. Low What thoughts dos't Thou retaine of Melancholy? E. Holy What made thine holy ...
A Gallery To The Temple. The Imprese (Ralph Knevet Poems)
God mee a Rubye gave, And I therein, Desir'd t'ingrave, Some Imprese fine. The world did mee advise, There to display, High dignityes, And honours gay: Or treasures ...