When to her lute Corinna sings, Her voice revives the leaden strin… And doth in highest notes appear As any challenged echo clear. But when she doth of mourning spea…

OF Neptune’s empire let us sing, At whose command the waves obey; To whom the rivers tribute pay, Down the high mountains sliding: To whom the scaly nation yields

Follow your saint, follow with acc… Haste you, sad notes, fall at her… There, wrapp’d in cloud of sorrow,… And tell the ravisher of my soul… But if she scorns my never-ceasing…

NOW winter nights enlarge    The number of their hours,    And clouds their storms dischar…    Upon the airy towers.    Let now the chimneys blaze

Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shado… Though thou be black as night, And she made all of light, Yet follow thy fair sun, unhappy s… Follow her, whose light thy light…

With broken heart and contrite sig… A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry: Thy pard’ning grace is rich and fr… O God, be merciful to me. I smite upon my troubled breast,

THE man of life upright,    Whose guiltless heart is free From all dishonest deeds,    Or thought of vanity; The man whose silent days

When to her lute Corinna sings, Her voice revives the leaden strin… And doth in highest notes appear, As any challenged echo clear; But when she doth of mourning spea…

Fain would I wed a fair young man… When my mind or body grieved, that… Maids are full of longing thoughts… And that, oft I hear men say, is… Oft I have been wooed and praised…

I care not for these ladies that m… Give me kind Amaryllis, the wanto… Nature Art disdaineth; her beauty… Her when we court and kiss, she cr… But when we come where comfort is,…

Rose-cheek’d Laura, come, Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty… Silent music, either other Sweetly gracing. Lovely forms do flow

There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies grow; A heav’nly paradise is that place Wherein all pleasant fruits do flo… There cherries grow which none may…

Thrice toss these oaken ashes in t… Thrice sit thou mute in this encha… Then thrice three times tie up thi… And murmur soft ‘She will, or she… Go burn these pois’nous weeds in y…

NEVER weather-beaten sail more w… Never tired pilgrim’s limbs affect… Than my wearied sprite now longs t… O come quickly, sweetest Lord, an… Ever blooming are the joys of heav…

Now winter nights enlarge This number of their hours; And clouds their storms discharge Upon the airy towers. Let now the chimneys blaze