Though thou hast seen my locks are gray, Ah! do not, Julia, turn away; Nor, though the bloom of Spring is thine, Disdainfully my love decline. Behold yon wreath! how lovely shows...
Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies For more adornment a full thousand years; She took their cream of Beauty's fairest dyes, And shap'd and tinted her above all Peers:...
Equal to Jove that youth must be - Greater than Jove he seems to me - Who, free from Jealousy's alarms, Securely views thy matchless charms; That cheek, which ever dimpling glows,...
Ye Cupids droop each little head, Nor let your wings with joy be spread, My Lesbia's favourite bird is dead, Which dearer than her eyes she lov'd: For he was gentle and so true,...
Ye Cupids, droop each little head, Nor let your wings with joy be spread, My Lesbia's favourite bird is dead, Whom dearer than her eyes she lov'd: For he was gentle, and so true,...
'Twas graved on the Stone of Destiny,[1] In letters four and letters three; And ne'er did the King of the Gulls go by But those awful letters scared his eye;...
Sonnet composed in the name of a father, whose daughter had recently died shortly after her marriage; and addressed to the father of her who had lately taken the veil.
Ruggiero, to amaze the British host, And wake more wonder in their wondering ranks, The bridle of his winged courser loosed, And clapped his spurs into the creature's flanks;...
Praised be thou, O Jesus Christ, That a man on earth thou liest! Born of a maiden--it is true-- In this exults the heavenly crew. Kyrioleis.[1] [Footnote 1: (Greek) kurie elxaeson: Lord, have mercy.]...
Dear Christians, let us now rejoice, And dance in joyous measure; That, of good cheer, and with one voice, We sing in love and pleasure Of what to us our God hath shown,...
Her, the worthy maid, my heart doth hold, And I shall not forget her. Praise, honour, virtue of her are told; Than all I love her better. I seek her good, And if I should Right evil fare,...