Author: Anne Killigrew

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 […]

WAnton Bellinda loudly does complain, I’ve chang’d my Love of late into disdain: Calls me unconstant, cause I now adore […]

WE deem them moderate, but Enough implore, What barely will suffice, and ask no more: Who say, (O Jove) a […]

NOw liquid Streams by the fierce Gold do grow As solid as the Rocks from whence they flow; Now Tibers […]

SEest thou younder craggy Rock, Whose Head o’er-looks the swelling Main, Where never Shepherd fed his Flock, Or careful Peasant […]