O Nightingale! that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are… Thou with fresh hope the lover’s heart d… While the jolly hours lead on propitious… Thy liquid notes that close the eye of d…

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of… Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentiet… My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom she… Perhaps my semblance might deceive the t…

Donna leggiadra il cui bel nome honora L’herbosa val di Rheno, e il nobil varc… Ben e colui d’ogni valore scarco Qual tuo spirto gentil non innamora, Che dolcemente mostra si di fuora

Qual in colle aspro, al imbrunir di sera L’avezza giovinetta pastorella Va bagnando l’herbetta strana e bella Che mal si spande a disusata spera Fuor di sua natia alma primavera,

Diodati, e te’l diro con maraviglia, Quel ritroso io ch’amor spreggiar solea E de suoi lacci spesso mi ridea Gia caddi, ov’huom dabben talhor s’impig… Ne treccie d’oro, ne guancia vermiglia

Per certo i bei vostr’occhi Donna mia Esser non puo che non fian lo mio sole Si mi percuoton forte, come ci suole Per l’arene di Libia chi s’invia, Mentre un caldo vapor (ne senti pria)

Giovane piano, e semplicetto amante Poi che fuggir me stesso in dubbio sono, Madonna a voi del mio cuor l’humil dono Faro divoto; io certo a prove tante L’hebbi fedele, intrepido, costante,

Captain, or colonel, or knight in arms, Whose chance on these defenceless doors… If deed of honour did thee ever please, Guard them, and him within protect from… He can requite thee, for he knows the ch…

Lady! that in the prime of earliest yout… Wisely hast shunned the broad way and th… And with those few art eminently seen, That labour up the Hill of Heavenly Tr… The better part with Mary and with Ruth

Daughter to that good Earl, once Presid… Of Englands Counsel, and her Treasury, Who liv’d in both, unstain’d with gold o… And left them both, more in himself cont… Till the sad breaking of that Parlament

A Book was writ of late call’d Tetracho… And wov’n close, both matter, form and s… The Subject new: it walk’d the Town a w… Numbring good intellects; now seldom por… Cries the stall-reader, bless us! what a…

I did but prompt the age to quit their c… By the known rules of ancient liberty, When straight a barbarous noise environs… Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes and dog… As when those hinds that were transform’…

Harry, whose tuneful and well—measured s… First taught our English music how to s… Words with just note and accent, not to… With Midas’ ears, committing short and… Thy worth and skill exempts thee from th…

When Faith and Love, which parted from… Had ripened thy just soul to dwell with… Meekly thou didst resign this earthly lo… Of death, called life, which us from lif… Thy works, and alms, and all thy good en…

Fairfax, whose name in arms through Eur… Filling each mouth with envy, or with pr… And all her jealous monarchs with amaze And rumours loud, that daunt remotest ki… Thy firm unshak’n virtue ever brings

Cromwell, our chief of men, who through… Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast… And on the neck of crownèd Fortune prou…

Vane, young in years, but in sage counse… Than whom a better senator ne’er held The helm of Rome, when gowns, not arms,… The fierce Epirot and the African bold, Whether to settle peace, or to unfold

Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughter’d saints,… Lie scatter’d on the Alpine mountains c… Ev’n them who kept thy truth so pure of… When all our fathers worshipp’d stocks a… Forget not: in thy book record their gro…

Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous so… Now that the fields are dank, and ways a… Where shall we sometimes meet, and by th… Help waste a sullen day; what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will…

Cyriack, whose grandsire on the royal be… Of British Themis, with no mean applaus… Pronounced, and in his volumes taught, o… Which others at their bar so often wrenc… Today deep thoughts resolve with me to d…

Cyriack, this three years’ day these eye… To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgo… Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun or moon or star throughout the ye…

Methought I saw my late espoused saint Brought to me, like Alcestis, from the… Whom Jove’s great son to her glad husba… Rescu’d from death by force, though pale… Mine, as whom wash’d from spot of child-…

Because you have thrown off your Prelat… And with stiff vows renounced his Litur… To seize the widowed whore Plurality, From them whose sin ye envied, not abhor… Dare ye for this adjure the civil sword