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To Edward Dowden: On Receiving From Him A Copy Of 'The Life Of Shelley' William Watson	And vasty phantoms, where ev'n Man himself Moved like a phantom 'mid the clouds and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Giovanni Salzilli, A Roman Poet, In His Illness. Scazons (Translated From Milton) William Cowper	To prove, himself a witness of the truth, How wise her elders, and how learn'd her...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Her Royal Highness, the Princess of *** Voltaire	Yet knows not where to take his way: Tired of himself he straight repairs To company, to soothe his...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Himself Kurt Philip Behm	Famous only to himself, his legacy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To his Friend Master R. L., In Praise of Music and Poetry Richard Barnfield	Whenas himself to singing he...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To His Sleeping Mistress John Fletcher	And, as he weaves himself for curious eyes, 'Oh me, oh me, I'm caught...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To his unconstant Friend Henry King	Unto his Mistriss, teaches her an art To plague himself; shews her the secret way How She may tyrannize another...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Ladies' Eyes Thomas Moore	Himself has fix'd his dwelling In eyes we know, in eyes we know, And lips -- but this is telling -- ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Love God (With All Of Your Heart) Mark V. Markov	" 29 But he, desiring to justify himself, said to Jesus, "And who is my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mistress Isabell Pennell John Skelton	It were and endless wealth, A life for God himself, To hear this nightingale Among the birdës smale Warbeling in the vale,— Dug, dug, jug,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Moliere Nicholas Boileau-Despreaux	Displeased himself, enchanting all beside, Scorns each past effort that his strength supplied, And filling...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mr. Dryden Joseph Addison	And Horace wonders at himself in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mr. Pope Thomas Parnell	Horace himself wou'd own thou dost excell In candid arts to play the Critic...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To My Father (Translated From Milton) William Cowper	That wheels yon circling orbs, directs, himself, Their mazy dance with melody of verse Unutt'rable, immortal, hearing which Huge Ophiuchus...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To my Friend Mr. John Fletcher, upon his Faithful Sheperdess Francis Beaumont	From a cool river, which himself doth find, Ere he be slaked; no more can he, whose mind Joys in the Muses hold from that...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To my honoured Friend Mr. George Sandys Henry King	Speaks like himself by an...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To my Honoured Kinsman John Driden, of Chesterton, in the County of Huntingdon, Esq. John Dryden	And, to be loved himself, needs only to be...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To only Rise Heather Lydia Thornhill	To create God himself and each moment that...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Promise Is One Thing To Keep It, Another La Fontaine	Not I, although of fitting age, Nor John himself, for here he stopped, And further effort sudden...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To silvia Robert Herrick	None is discreet at all times; no, not Jove Himself, at one time, can be wise and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Sir George Howland Beaumont, Bart From the South-West Coast Or Cumberland 1811 William Wordsworth	In his own storms he hides himself from...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Songs At the Marriage Of The Lord Fauconberg And The Lady Mary Cromwell Andrew Marvell	And Jove himself approves With his serenest influence their...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The Author Of The Foregoing Pastoral - (Love And Friendship) Matthew Prior	And Love himself submit to Friendship's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To the Bard of Stratford on Avin George Colon	before his remains and reading his epitaph to himself) GOOD FRIEND FOR JESUS SAKE FOREBEAR, TO DIGG THE DVST...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To the Companions Rudyard Kipling	When, instant on the casual jest, The God Himself of Mirth appeared And snatched us to His heaving...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)