English poetry

Poems in English

Song To Celia – I

Come, my Celia, let us prove While we may the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever, He […]

Venus’ Runaway

Beauties, have ye seen this toy, Called Love, a little boy, Almost naked, wanton, blind; Cruel now, and then as […]

On My First Son

Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy; My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy. Seven […]

Hymn To Diana

Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in […]

Begging Another

For love’s sake, kiss me once again; I long, and should not beg in vain, Here’s none to spy or […]

The Noble Balm

HIGH-SPIRITED friend, I send nor balms nor cor’sives to your wound: Your fate hath found A gentler and more agile […]

So Breaks The Sun

So breaks the sun earth’s rugged chains, Wherein rude winter bound her veins; So grows both stream and source of […]

Piccolo Valzer Viennese

A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze, Una spalla dove piange la morte E un bosco di colombe disseccate. C’e’ un […]

A Farewell to the World

FALSE world, good night! since thou hast brought That hour upon my morn of age; Henceforth I quit thee from […]

A Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme

Rhyme, the rack of finest wits, That expresseth but by fits True conceit, Spoiling senses of their treasure, Cozening judgment […]

Come, My Celia

Come, my Celia, let us prove While we may, the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever; He […]

On Salathiel Pavy

A child of Queen Elizabeth’s Chapel Epitaphs: ii WEEP with me, all you that read This little story; And know, […]

A Hymn to God the Father

Hear me, O God! A broken heart Is my best part. Use still thy rod, That I may prove Therein […]

The Hourglass

Do but consider this small dust Here running in the glass, By atoms moved; Could you believe that this The […]

To John Donne

Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each Muse Who, to thy one, all other brains refuse; Whose every work of […]

Simplex Munditiis

STILL to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powder’d, still […]

Epitaph On Elizabeth

Wouldst thou hear what man can say In a little? Reader, stay. Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty […]

Song To Celia – II

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the […]

To Heaven

Good and great God, can I not think of thee But it must straight my melancholy be? Is it interpreted […]

An Ode to Himself

Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps doth die; And this security, It is […]

An Elegy

THOUGH beauty be the mark of praise, And yours of whom I sing be such As not the world can […]

A Part of an Ode

to the Immortal Memory and Friendship of that noble pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir H. Morison IT is not […]

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