Epitaph On The Late Mary Villiers (Thomas Carew Poems)
The Lady Mary Villiers liesUnder this stone; with weeping eyesThe parents that first gave her breath,And their sad friends, laid ...
The Lady Mary Villiers liesUnder this stone; with weeping eyesThe parents that first gave her breath,And their sad friends, laid ...
THE Lady Mary Villiers lies Under this stone; with weeping eyes The parents that first gave her birth, And their ...
THINK not, 'cause men flattering say You're fresh as April, sweet as May, Bright as is the morning star, That ...
GAZE not on thy beauty's pride, Tender maid, in the false tide That from lovers' eyes doth slide. Let thy ...
And here the precious dust is laid; Whose purely-temper'd clay was made So fine that it the guest betray'd. Else ...
IF the quick spirits in your eye Now languish and anon must die; If every sweet and every grace Must ...
THIS little vault, this narrow room, Of Love and Beauty is the tomb; The dawning beam, that 'gan to clear ...
ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll'n pride ...
How ill doth he deserve a lover's name, Whose pale weak flame Cannot retain His heat, in spite of absence ...
I'LL gaze no more on her bewitching face, Since ruin harbours there in every place ; For my enchanted soul ...
SO grieves th' adventurous merchant, when he throws All the long toil'd-for treasure his ship stows Into the angry main, ...
Fond man, that canst believe her blood Will from those purple channels flow; Or that the pure untainted flood Can ...
Know Celia, since thou art so proud, 'Twas I that gave thee thy renown; Thou hadst, in the forgotten crowd ...
Know, Celia, since thou art so proud, 'Twas I that gave thee thy renown. Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd ...
Mark how the bashful morn in vain Courts the amorous marigold, With sighing blasts and weeping rain, Yet she refuses ...
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
IF when the sun at noon displays His brighter rays, Thou but appear, He then, all pale with shame and ...
GIVE me more love or more disdain ; The torrid or the frozen zone Bring equal ease unto my pain, ...
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
Go thou gentle whispering wind, Bear this sigh; and if thou find Where my cruel fair doth rest, Cast it ...
Give me more love or more disdain; The torrid, or the frozen zone, Bring equal ease unto my pain; The ...
FEAR not, dear love, that I'll reveal Those hours of pleasure we two steal ; No eye shall see, nor ...
He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain ...
When thou, poor excommunicate From all the joys of love, shalt see The full reward and glorious fate Which my ...
He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain ...
I do not love thee for that fair Rich fan of thy most curious hair; Though the wires thereof be ...
Ask me why I send you here The firstling of the infant year; Ask me why I send to you ...
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