Author: Anne Killigrew

REturn my dearest Lord, at length return, Let me no longer your sad absence mourn, Ilium in Dust, does no […]

A SONG. I. TH’ambitious Eye that seeks alone, Where Beauties Wonders most are shown; Of all that bounteous Heaven displays, […]

AS those who pass the Alps do say, The Rocks which first oppose their way, And so amazing-High do show, […]

FArewel ye Unsubstantial Joyes, Ye Gilded Nothings, Gaudy Toyes, Too long ye have my Soul misled, Too long with Aiery […]

OF all the Poisons that the fruitful Earth E’er yet brought forth, or Monsters she gave Birth, Nought to Mankind […]

NExt Heaven my Vows to thee (O Sacred Muse! ) I offer’d up, nor didst thou them refuse. O Queen […]

IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam’d, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam’d; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting […]

Dorinda. SAbæan Perfumes fragrant Roses bring, With all the Flowers that Paint the gaudy Spring: Scatter them all in young […]

WHen first Alexis did in Verse delight, His Muse in Low, but Graceful Numbers walk’t, And now and then a […]

I. HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse, Nor ought of Art or Labour use: But let […]

ARise my Dove, from mid’st of Pots arise, Thy sully’d Habitation leave, To Dust no longer cleave, Unworthy they of […]

BEhold, dear Mother, who was late our Fear, Disarm’d and Harmless, I present you here; The Tongue ty’d up, that […]

DIvine Thalia strike th’Harmonious Lute, But with a Stroke so Gentle as may sute The silent gliding of the Howers, […]

POsthumus boasts he does not Thunder fear, And for this cause would Innocent appear; That in his Soul no Terrour […]

I. HOw comes the Day orecast? the Flaming Sun Darkn’d at Noon, as if his Course were run? He never […]

Melibæus. WElcome fair Nymphs, most welcome to this shade, Distemp’ring Heats do now the Plains invade: But you may sit, […]

THe Darling of a Father Good and Wise, The Vertue, which a Vertuous Age did prize; The Beauty Excellent even […]

WE are Diana’s Virgin-Train, Descended of no Mortal Strain; Our Bows and Arrows are our Goods, Our Pallaces, the lofty […]

THe Sun’s my Fire, when it does shine, The hollow Spring’s my Cave of Wine, The Rocks and Woods afford […]

AS you are Young, if you’l be also Wise, Danger with Honour court, Quarrels despise; Believe you then are truly […]