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... FAIR - 169 THE SHADOW OF THE JUDGMENT 182 POEMS FROM THE CYPRESS GROVE 197 ENTERTAINMENT OF KING CHARLES 201 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS 233 COMMENDATORY VERSES 235 PASTORAL ELEGY TO THE EXEQUIES OF SIR ANTHONY ALEXANDER · 243 PAGE POSTHUMOUS ...
... FAIR - 169 THE SHADOW OF THE JUDGMENT 182 POEMS FROM THE CYPRESS GROVE 197 ENTERTAINMENT OF KING CHARLES 201 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS 233 COMMENDATORY VERSES 235 PASTORAL ELEGY TO THE EXEQUIES OF SIR ANTHONY ALEXANDER · 243 PAGE POSTHUMOUS ...
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... fair , Or those stars whose bright reflection Thralls thy heart in sweet subjection ; Or when to display thou seeks The snow - mix'd roses on her cheeks , Or those rubies soft and sweet , Over those pretty rows that meet ; The Chian ...
... fair , Or those stars whose bright reflection Thralls thy heart in sweet subjection ; Or when to display thou seeks The snow - mix'd roses on her cheeks , Or those rubies soft and sweet , Over those pretty rows that meet ; The Chian ...
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... fair Iris hath , and monsters seen In air's large fields of light , and seas profound , Did hold my wand'ring thoughts , when thy sweet eye Bade me leave all , and only think on thee . SONNET . VAUN AUNT not , fair heavens , of POEMS . 5.
... fair Iris hath , and monsters seen In air's large fields of light , and seas profound , Did hold my wand'ring thoughts , when thy sweet eye Bade me leave all , and only think on thee . SONNET . VAUN AUNT not , fair heavens , of POEMS . 5.
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... fair , are to be had in her ; Pearl , ivory , coral , diamond , suns , gold , Teeth , neck , lips , heart , eyes , hair , are to behold . SONNET . THAT learned Grecian , who did so excel In knowledge passing sense , that he is nam'd Of ...
... fair , are to be had in her ; Pearl , ivory , coral , diamond , suns , gold , Teeth , neck , lips , heart , eyes , hair , are to behold . SONNET . THAT learned Grecian , who did so excel In knowledge passing sense , that he is nam'd Of ...
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william b. turnbull. SONNE T. FAIR AIR Moon , who with thy cold and silver shine Makes sweet the horror of the dreadful night , Delighting the weak eye with smiles divine , Which Phoebus dazzles with his too much light ; Bright Queen of ...
william b. turnbull. SONNE T. FAIR AIR Moon , who with thy cold and silver shine Makes sweet the horror of the dreadful night , Delighting the weak eye with smiles divine , Which Phoebus dazzles with his too much light ; Bright Queen of ...
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POETICAL WORKS EDITED BY WILLI William 1585-1649 Drummond,William B. (William Barclay) Turnbull No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 4 - I know that all the muse's heavenly lays, With toil of sprite which are so dearly bought, As idle sounds, of few or none are sought, That there is nothing lighter than mere praise.
Page 7 - Silence' child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince, whose approach peace to all mortals brings, Indifferent host to shepherds and to kings...
Page 52 - This Life, which seems so fair, Is like a bubble blown up in the air By sporting children's breath, Who chase it everywhere And strive who can most motion it bequeath. And though it sometimes...
Page 141 - BAPTIST THE last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King, Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts wild, Among that savage brood the woods forth bring, Which he than man more harmless found and mild. His food was locusts, and what there doth spring, With honey that from virgin hives distilled; Parched body, hollow eyes, some uncouth thing Made him appear, long since from earth exiled.
Page 343 - ANECDOTA LITERARIA; a Collection of Short Poems in English, Latin, and French, illustrative of the Literature and History of England in the Xlllth Century ; and more especially of the Condition and Manners of the different Classes of Society.
Page 32 - The nightingales thy coming each where sing, Make an eternal Spring! Give life to this dark world which lieth dead ; Spread forth thy golden hair In larger locks than thou wast wont before, And, emperor-like, decore With diadem of pearl thy temples fair: Chase hence the ugly night, Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light. This...
Page 60 - But he, grim grinning King, Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise, Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb, Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.
Page xix - Then do not sparks with your bright suns compare, Perfection in a woman's work is rare ; From an untroubled mind should verses flow, My discontents make mine too muddy show, And hoarse encumbrances of household care; Where these remain, the Muses ne'er repair.
Page 138 - With swifter speed declines than erst it spread, And, blasted, scarce now shows what it hath been. And doth the pilgrim therefore, whom the night By darkness would imprison on his way, Think on thy home, my soul, and think aright Of what yet rests thee of life's wasting day ? Thy sun posts westward, passed is thy morn, And twice it is not given thee to be born.
Page 137 - An honour that more fickle is than wind, A glory at opinion's frown that lowers, A treasury which bankrupt time devours, A knowledge than grave ignorance more blind, A vain delight our equals to command, A style of greatness, in effect a dream...