Archives for 1600s

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HIS POETRY HIS PILLAR by Robert Herrick

HIS POETRY HIS PILLAR Only a little more I have to write: Then I'll give o'er, And bid the world good-night. 'Tis but a flying minute, That I must stay, Or linger in it: And then I must ...
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THE WORLD by Lord Francis Bacon

THE WORLD by Lord Francis Bacon of Verulam The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man Less than a span: In his conception wretched, from the womb, So to the tomb; Curst from ...
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Upon A Spider Catching A Fly by Edward Taylor

Upon A Spider Catching A Fly by Edward Taylor (1642-1729) Thou sorrow, venom Elfe: Is this thy play, To spin a web out of thyselfe To Catch a Fly? For Why? I saw a pettish wasp Fall foule ...
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ON TIME by John Milton

John Milton (1608-1674) Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace; And glut thy self with what thy womb ...
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Hidden Flame by John Dryden

John Dryden (1631-1700) Hidden Flame by John Dryden Feed a flame within, which so torments me That it both pains my heart, and yet contains me: 'Tis such a pleasing smart, and I so ...
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The Coronet–Andrew Marvell

When for the thorns with which I long, too long, With many a piercing wound, My Saviour's head have crowned, I seek with garlands to redress that wrong,— Through every garden, every mead, I gather ...