from The Bruce - by
A! Fredome is a noble thing
/ Fredome mays man to haiff liking.
/ Fredome all solace to man giffis,
/ He levys at es that…
17th century poems
Sonnet viii - by
My Lute, bee as thou wast when thou didst grow
/ With thy greene Mother in some shadie Grove,
/ When immelodious Windes but…
from To His Mistress - by
My dear and only Love, I pray
/ This noble World of thee,
/ Be govern’d by no other Sway
/ …
Paradise Lost - by
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/ Such pleasure took the serpent to behold
/ This flowery plat, the sweet recess of Eve
/ Thus early, thus alone;…
To His Coy Mistress - by
Had we but world enough, and time,
/ This coyness, Lady, were no crime
/ We would sit down and think which…
Orchestra: or a Poeme of Dauncing - by
an extract
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/ Dauncing (bright Lady) then began to be,
/ When the first seedes whereof the world did spring
/ The Fire, Ayre,…
The Night - by
Through that pure Virgin-shrine,
/ That sacred vail drawn o’er thy glorious noon
/ That men might look…
To Mr Tilman after he had taken orders - by
Thou, whose diviner soule hath caus’d thee now
/ To put thy hand unto the holy Plough,
/ Making Lay-scornings of the Ministry,
/ Not an…
The Book of the World - by
Of this fair volume which we World do name
/ If we the sheets and leaves could turn with care,
/ Of him who…