The poems of George Daniel ... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes |
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The poems of George Daniel | ||
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Oh, I am Cold: the wombe of Earth may thaw
My frost; not waters in their Current draw
Such Chillnes: I am Cold
As the Sad house of winter, or the ffeet
Of Rocks involvéd where the waters meet;
And yet I am not old.
My frost; not waters in their Current draw
Such Chillnes: I am Cold
As the Sad house of winter, or the ffeet
Of Rocks involvéd where the waters meet;
And yet I am not old.
Oh, I am Sad; as virgins, when they loose
Their pregnant hopes of him they meant for Spouse;
Or widdowes, in their Fate.
Sad, as a Parent for his hopefull Heire;
Or as a Prince deprived of Crowne and Chaire;
Yet hardly know for what.
Their pregnant hopes of him they meant for Spouse;
Or widdowes, in their Fate.
Sad, as a Parent for his hopefull Heire;
Or as a Prince deprived of Crowne and Chaire;
Yet hardly know for what.
Oh, I am wounded: deeply strucke, and beare
The fatall Iaveline, with me everie where;
Into the Marrow thrilled,
A Thousand Dolours now assaile my hart,
Of which, Alcides hardly knew a part;
And yet I am not kill'd.
The fatall Iaveline, with me everie where;
Into the Marrow thrilled,
A Thousand Dolours now assaile my hart,
Of which, Alcides hardly knew a part;
And yet I am not kill'd.
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Oh, I am Sicke: as women in their throes,
Or men in rageing feavers; to my woes
The Gout and Stone are Ease;
Fire in my Brest, and Poison fills my veins;
Bane in my Breath, and Frensie in my brains;
Yet know not my Disease.
Or men in rageing feavers; to my woes
The Gout and Stone are Ease;
Fire in my Brest, and Poison fills my veins;
Bane in my Breath, and Frensie in my brains;
Yet know not my Disease.
Oh, I am Dead: if it be death to dwell
In Shades of night, in Mansions next to Hell,
In fears and Miserie;
In Darknes, where noe hope of Light can enter;
In greifs vnpittied, as though in the Center;
And yet I cannot Dye.
In Shades of night, in Mansions next to Hell,
In fears and Miserie;
In Darknes, where noe hope of Light can enter;
In greifs vnpittied, as though in the Center;
And yet I cannot Dye.
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