Funerall Elegy 1. (Ralph Knevet Poems)
And must our brows with Cypresse sad be bound? Because Calista is with glory crownd, Immortall splendent bayes, that grow upon Mount Sion ...
And must our brows with Cypresse sad be bound? Because Calista is with glory crownd, Immortall splendent bayes, that grow upon Mount Sion ...
Retreate (sad passions) to your chanels now, Let sorrowes inundations cease to flow: Griefes, (which distinguish Mortals from the Gods) Ought to be ...
(Lord) all the praise, Which I can attribute to thee, Is like a sparke, added to the sunnes rayes, Or droppe of water, ...
I blesse those calmes, Which gave me leisure, For to endite these holy psalmes, In stead of songs of pleasure. I praise my God, ...
This is the time, when that the Druid's sage, Their mysticke Mistleto, Divided to The superstitious Vulgar, as a gage Of future happynes, And good ...
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 ...
(Kind Gentlemen) Souldiers, or Clarkes, or both My Muse as gentle greetes you well (in troth) And tels you shee can't wooe ...
When the Thessalian witches uttered Their charmes to Luna, she wont to looke red: So doe true vertues blush to heare their ...
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