TO HIS MUSE (Robert Herrick Poem)
Whither, mad maiden, wilt thou roam? Far safer 'twere to stay at home; Where thou mayst sit, and piping, please ...
Whither, mad maiden, wilt thou roam? Far safer 'twere to stay at home; Where thou mayst sit, and piping, please ...
Great cities seldom rest; if there be none T' invade from far, they'll find worse foes at home. (Robert Herrick)
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou, In thy both last and better vow; Could'st leave the city, ...
Ye have been fresh and green, Ye have been fill'd with flowers; And ye the walks have been Where maids ...
Good morrow to the day so fair; Good morning, sir, to you; Good morrow to mine own torn hair, Bedabbled ...
To the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmoreland Come, sons of summer, by whose toil We are the lords of ...
TO THE HONOURED MR ENDYMION PORTER, GROOM OF THE BED-CHAMBER TO HIS MAJESTY Sweet country life, to such unknown, Whose ...
Ah, my Perilla, dost thou grieve to see Me day by day to steal away from thee? Age calls me ...
Get up, get up for shame! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws ...
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