#EnglishWriters
* LIKE to the damaske rose you see… Or like the blossome on the tree, Or like the daintie flower of May… Or like the Morning to the day,
Even like two little bank-dividing… That wash the pebbles with their w… And having ranged and searched a t… Meet both at length in silver-brea… Where in a greater current they co…
And what’s a life? A weary pilgri… Whose glory in one day doth fill t… With childhood, manhood, and decre… And what’s a life? The flourishin… Of the proud summer-meadow, which…
The world’s a theatre. The earth,… Placed in the midst: where both pr… Both rich and poor, fool, wise man… All act their parts in life’s shor… Our life’s a tragedy. Those secre…
Mors Christi. And am I here, and my Redeemer go… Can he be dead, and is not my life… Was he tormented in excesse of mea… And doe I live yet? and yet live…
Eternal God! O Thou that only ar… The sacred fountain of eternal lig… And blessed loadstone of my better… O Thou my heart’s desire, my soul… Reflect upon my soul, and touch my…
Vnconstant earth! why doe not mort… To build their hopes upon so short… Vncertaine lease, whose terme but… Tels never when it ends till it be… We dote upon thy smiles, not knowi…
Bridegroom. Now rests my love: till nuw her te… Wanting her joy, could finde no pe… I charge you all, by the true love… To friendship, or what else you co…
1 Why dost thou shade thy love… 2 Does that eclipsing hand so… 3 The sunshine of thy soul-enl… 4 Without that light, what lig… 5 Thou art my life, my way, my…
E’EN like two little bank-dividin… That wash the pebbles with their w… And having ranged and search’d a t… Meet both at length in silver-brea… Where in a greater current they co…
The Argument. He goes to Timnah: as he went He slew a lyon by the way; He sues, obtaines the maid’s conse… And they appoint tlie marriage-day…
Close now thine eyes and rest secu… Thy soul is safe enough, thy body… He that loves thee, He that keeps And guards thee, never slumbers, n… The smiling conscience in a sleepi…
E’EN like two little bank-dividin… That wash the pebbles with thei… And having ranged and search’d a t… Meet both at length in silver-b… Where in a greater current they…
And were it for thy profit, to obt… All sunshine? No vicissitude of… Think’st thou that thy laborious p… Not winter frosts as well as summe… There must be both: sometimes thes…
GOE, glorious saint! I knew ’twa… Of flesh could lodge so pure a sou… I saw it labour (in a holy scorne Of living dust and ashes) to be sw… A heavenly quirister: it sigh’d an…