#EnglishWriters
The rising sun complies with our w… First gilds the clouds, then shows… At such a distance from our eyes,… He knew what harm his hasty beams… But your full majesty at once brea…
[To my Lord Protector, of the Pr… While with a strong and yet a gent… You bridle faction, and our hearts… Protect us from ourselves, and fro… Make us unite, and make us conquer…
Had Sacharissa lived when mortals… Choice of their deities, this sacr… Had held an alter to her power, th… The peace and glory which these al… Embroidered so with flowers where…
[And Death of His Highness Ensui… We must resign! Heaven his great… In storms, as loud as his immortal… His dying groans, his last breath,… And trees uncut fall for his funer…
Stay, Phoebus! stay! The world to which you fly so fast… Conveying day From us to them, can pay your hast… With no such object, not salute yo…
It is not that I love you less Than when before your feet I lay, But to prevent the sad increase Of hopeless love, I keep away. In vain (alas!) for everything
Phyllis! why should we delay Pleasures shorter than the day? Can we (which we never can) Stretch our lives beyond their spa… Beauty like a shadow flies,
Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and… That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be…
Say, lovely dream, where couldst t… Shadows to counterfeit that face? Colors of this glorious kind Come not from any mortal place. In heaven itself thou sure wert dr…
Poets may boast, as safely vain, Their works shall with the world r… Both, bound together, live or die, The verses and the prophecy. But who can hope his lines should…
Verse makes heroic virtue live; But you can life to verses give. As, when in open air we blow, The breath, though strained, sound… But if a trumpet take the blast,
Why came I so untimely forth Into a world which, wanting thee, Could entertain us with no worth Or shadow of felicity? That time should me so far remove
Tell me, lovely, loving pair! Why so kind, and so severe? Why so careless of our care, Only to yourselves so dear? By this cunning change of hearts,
Such moving sounds from such a car… So unconcerned herself, and we so… What art is this, that with so lit… Transports us thus, and o’er the s… The trembling strings about her fi…
While I listen to thy voice, Chloris, I feel my life decay; That powerful noise Calls my flitting soul away. Oh! suppress that magic sound,