Автор: ROBERT SOUTHWELL

Before my face the picture hangs That daily should put me in mind Of those cold names and bitter pangs […]

Let folly praise that fancy loves, I praise and love that Child Whose heart no thought, whose tongue no word, […]

Come to your heaven, you heavenly quires! Earth hath the heaven of your desires; Remove your dwelling to your God, […]

Behold the father is his daughter’s son, The bird that built the nest is hatch’d therein, The old of years […]

Retirëd thoughts enjoy their own delights, As beauty doth in self-beholding eye ; Man’s mind a mirror is of heavenly […]

Behold, a seely tender babe In freezing winter night In homely manger trembling lies; Alas, a piteous sight! The inns […]

My hovering thoughts would fly to heaven And quiet nestle in the sky, Fain would my ship in Virtue’s shore […]

Till twelve years’ age, how Christ His childhood spent All earthly pens unworthy were to write; Such acts to mortal […]

As I in hoary winter’s night Stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat Which made my […]

Vain loves avaunt! infamous is your pleasure, Your joys deceit; Your jewels jests, and worthless trash your treasure, Fools’ common […]

The lopped tree in time may grow again, Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower; The sorriest wight may […]

Love, mistress is of many minds, Yet few know whom they serve; They reckon least how little Love Their service […]

What mist hath dimm’d that glorious face? What seas of grief my sun doth toss? The golden rays of heavenly […]