An Elegy upon the Death of the Dean of St. Paul's, Dr. John
Can we not force from widow’d poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why […]
Can we not force from widow’d poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why […]
When thou, poor excommunicate From all the joys of love, shalt see The full reward and glorious fate Which my […]
Fond man, that canst believe her blood Will from those purple channels flow; Or that the pure untainted flood Can […]
Give me more love or more disdain; The torrid, or the frozen zone, Bring equal ease unto my pain; The […]
Now that the winter’s gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the […]
We read of kings and gods that kindly took A pitcher fill’d with water from the brook ; But I […]
I do not love thee for that fair Rich fan of thy most curious hair; Though the wires thereof be […]
And here the precious dust is laid; Whose purely-temper’d clay was made So fine that it the guest betray’d. Else […]
FEAR not, dear love, that I’ll reveal Those hours of pleasure we two steal ; No eye shall see, nor […]
‘Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix’d upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll’n pride […]
I’LL gaze no more on her bewitching face, Since ruin harbours there in every place ; For my enchanted soul […]
Ask me why I send you here The firstling of the infant year; Ask me why I send to you […]
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty’s orient deep […]
IF the quick spirits in your eye Now languish and anon must die; If every sweet and every grace Must […]
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty’s orient deep […]