English poetry

Poems in English

The Disabled Debauchee

As some brave admiral, in former war, Deprived of force, but pressed with courage still, Two rival fleets appearing from […]

The Platonic Lady

I could love thee till I die, Would’st thou love me modestly, And ne’er press, whilst I live, For more […]

Portsmouth’s Looking Glass

Methinks I see you, newly risen From your embroider’d Bed and pissing, With studied mien and much grimace, Present yourself […]


I cannot change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn; Since that poor swain, that sighs for you For you […]

A Satyre on Charles II

[Rochester had to flee the court for several months After handing this to the King by mistake.] In th’ isle […]

All My Past Life

All my past life is mine no more, The flying hours are gone, Like transitory dreams given o’er, Whose images […]

Upon His Drinking a Bowl

Vulcan, contrive me such a cup As Nestor used of old; Show all thy skill to trim it up, Damask […]

To His Mistress

Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why Does that eclipsing hand of thine deny The sunshine of the […]

Love and Life

All my past life is mine no more, The flying hours are gone, Like transitory dreams giv’n o’er, Whose images […]

Upon Nothing

Nothing, thou elder brother even to shade, That hadst a being ere the world was made, And (well fixed) art […]

A Woman’s Honour

Love bade me hope, and I obeyed; Phyllis continued still unkind: Then you may e’en despair, he said, In vain […]

Signior Dildo

You ladies of merry England Who have been to kiss the Duchess’s hand, Pray, did you not lately observe in […]

An Allusion to Horace

Well Sir, ’tis granted, I said Dryden’s Rhimes, Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times: What foolish Patron, is there […]

The Imperfect Enjoyment

Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms, I filled with love, and she all over charms; Both equally inspired […]

The Mistress

An age in her embraces passed Would seem a winter’s day; When life and light, with envious haste, Are torn […]


Were I (who to my cost already am One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man) A Spirit free, to choose […]


Quoth the Duchess of Cleveland to counselor Knight, “I’d fain have a prick, knew I how to come by’t. I […]

Tunbridge Wells

At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis’ lap, I raised myself from bed, And mounting steed, […]

Poems to Mulgrave and Scroope

Deare Friend. I heare this Towne does soe abound, With sawcy Censurers, that faults are found, With what of late […]

To This Moment a Rebel

To this moment a rebel I throw down my arms, Great Love, at first sight of Olinda’s bright charms. Make […]

A Satyre Against Mankind

Were I – who to my cost already am One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man – A spirit free […]