Certes, my lady sweet, your blessed eyes-- It cannot be but that they are my sun; As strong they smite me as he smites upon The man whose way o'er Libyan desert lies, The while a vapour hot doth me surprise...
A modest youth, in love a simpleton, When to escape myself I seek and shift, Lady, I of my heart the humble gift Vow unto thee. In trials many a one, True, brave, I've found it, firm to things begun;...
Goddess, the anger sing of the Pelean Achilles, Fatal beginning of griefs unnumbered to the Ach'ans; Many valiant souls untimely it hurried to Hades,...
Fair Lady, whose harmonious name the Rheno Through all his grassy vale delights to hear, Base were, indeed, the wretch, who could forbear To love a spirit elegant as thine,...
Fair Lady, whose harmonious name the Rheno Through all his grassy vale delights to hear, Base were, indeed, the wretch, who could forbear To love a spirit elegant as thine,...
As on a hill-top rude, when closing day Imbrowns the scene, some past'ral maiden fair Waters a lovely foreign plant with care, That scarcely can its tender bud display Borne from its native genial airs away,...
They mock my toil the nymphs and am'rous swains And whence this fond attempt to write, they cry, Love-songs in language that thou little know'st? How dar'st thou risque to sing these foreign strains?...
Charles and I say it wond'ring thou must know That I who once assum'd a scornful air, And scoff'd at love, am fallen in his snare (Full many an upright man has fallen so)...
Lady! It cannot be, but that thine eyes Must be my sun, such radiance they display And strike me ev'n as Phoebus him, whose way Through torrid Libya's sandy desert lies....
Enamour'd, artless, young, on foreign ground, Uncertain whither from myself to fly, To thee, dear Lady, with an humble sigh Let me devote my heart, which I have found...
The elect angels and the souls in bliss, The citizens of heaven, when, that first day, My lady passed from me and went their way, Of marvel and pity full, did round her press....
I am so weary with the burden old Of foregone faults, and power of custom base, That much I fear to perish from the ways, And fall into my enemy's grim fold. True, a high friend, to free me, not with gold,...
Poems are painted window-panes: Look from the square into the church-- Gloom and dusk are all your gains! Sir Philistine is left in the lurch: Outside he stands--spies nothing or use of it,...
Psyche moans, in deep-sunk, darksome prison, For redemption; ah! for light she aches; Fears, hopes, after every noise doth listen-- Whether Fate her bars of iron breaks. ...
In peace and joy I now depart, For God hath willed it. Comforted is my mind and heart, For he hath stilled it; As my God did promise me, Death is grown only slumber. ...
Without thee, what were life or being! Without thee, what had I not grown! From fear and anguish vainly fleeing, I in the world had stood alone; For all I loved could trust no shelter;...
In one true God we all believe, Maker of the earth and heaven; Who, us as children to receive, Hath himself as father given. Now and henceforth he will feed us; Soul and body, will be round us;...
Although the fools say with their mouth: Great God, we magnify him; Their heart cares nothing for the truth, In action they deny him. Their being is corrupted quite; To God it is a horrid sight;...