Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow Lord Thurlow |
1. |
2. |
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
X. |
XI. |
XII. |
XIII. |
XIV. |
XV. |
XVI. |
XVII. |
XVIII. |
XIX. |
XIX. |
XX. |
XXI. |
XXII. |
XXIII. |
XXIV. |
XXV. |
XXVI. |
XXVII. |
XXVIII. |
XXX. |
XXXI. |
XXXII. |
XXXIII. |
XXXIV. |
XXXV. |
XXXVI. |
XXXVII. |
XXXVIII. |
XXXIX. |
XL. |
XLI. |
XLII. |
XLIII. |
XLIV. |
XLV. |
XLVI. |
XLVII. |
XLVIII. |
XLIX. |
L. |
LI. |
LII. |
LIII. |
LIV. |
LV. | ODE LV.
|
Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow | ||
81
ODE LV.
[Horses, indeed, i' th' haunches bear]
Horses, indeed, i' th' haunches bear
The mark of him, whose wealth they are:
Burnt with fire the golden hair:
And the Parthians you may know,
By the tiara on their brow.
The mark of him, whose wealth they are:
Burnt with fire the golden hair:
And the Parthians you may know,
By the tiara on their brow.
But when lovers I behold,
Straight their state to me is told:
By what mark, pray? you inquire:
By a mark of inward fire,
Burnt in by the God, Desire;
Within the soul, and yet so small,
You scarce can tell, by what they fall.
Straight their state to me is told:
By what mark, pray? you inquire:
By a mark of inward fire,
Burnt in by the God, Desire;
Within the soul, and yet so small,
You scarce can tell, by what they fall.
Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow | ||