A Gallery To The Temple. The Sute (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Lord winnowe mee from the vile dust Of vaine desires: Refine mee from my drosse, and rust, In gentle fires, Let mee not perish ...
Lord winnowe mee from the vile dust Of vaine desires: Refine mee from my drosse, and rust, In gentle fires, Let mee not perish ...
Life is a crooked Labyrinth, and weAre daily lost in that Obliquity.'Tis a perplexed circle, in whose roundNothing but sorrows ...
Februarie: ?gloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.CVDDIE.AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene ...
Frae Dunidier as I cam throuch,Doun by the hill of Banochie,Allangst the lands of Garioch.Grit pitie was to heir and ...
Hame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be--O hame, hame, hame, to my ain countree!When the flower is i' ...
CANTO IIII To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa guides the faithfull knight, Where brothers death to wreak Sansjoy doth chalenge ...
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