Doomes-Day: The Third Houre by William Alexander
The Argument Whilst Angels him convoy, and Saints attend, (The heavens as smoake all fled before his face) Christ through the Clouds with Glory doth descend, With Majestie, and terrour, Power and grace; What flye, walke, grow, swimme, all what may end, doe end. Earth, Aire, and Sea, all purg’d in little space: Strange preparations […]
Doomes-Day: The Tenth Houre by William Alexander
The Argument To this great Court, all come from every land, T’attend the sentence of their joy, or paine, And straight the blessed and the damned band, Are here to part, no more to meet againe; But first the wicked and the divell doe stand, Against Christs justice grudging, to complaine: Till both are straight […]
Doomes-Day: The Sixth Houre by William Alexander
The Argument Some who themselves prophanely did defile, And gave to creatures what to God was due; Some whom with bloud, ambition did beguile, Who honour sought where horrour did ensue, Doe here with Witches meet, and strangely vile, Some Parricides and traitours in a crue, Who wanting all that unto grace belong’d, Most vainely […]
Doomes-Day: The Ninth Houre by William Alexander
The Argument Christs great fore-runner by him pris’d so much, And those who his familiars were below, Th’ Evangelists, Apostles, and all such As did him in the flesh when mortall know: Then those who freely did their faith avouch, And for the truth true constancy did show: The Churches Fathers, and the Martyrs all, […]
Doomes-Day: The Fourth Houre by William Alexander
The Argument A hideous Trumpet horriblie doth sound; Who sleep in Graves a mighty voyce doth wake; By Angels (Messengers) charg’d from each ground, All flesh comes forth that ever soule did take; Seas give account of all whom they have drown’d; The Earth her guests long hid in haste gives backe: Those who then […]
Doomes-Day: The First Houre by William Alexander
The Argument God by his workes demonstratively prov’d; His providence (impugning Atheisme) urg’d; The Divels from heaven, from Eden man remov’d; Of guilty guests the world by water purg’d; Who never sinn’d to dye for sinne behov’d; Those who him scourg’d in Gods great wrath are scourg’d; Some temporall plagues and fearefull judgements past, Are […]
Doomes-Day: The Fifth Houre by William Alexander
The Argument A great Assemblie doth with state begin, And of some soules the processe is surveigh’d, So more to tax the Iews, and Christians sinne, Here in the ballance is before them layd, Each Ethnicks part to be compar’d, brought in In judgement now, their errors to upbraid: Yet all excuses, which such can […]
Doomes-Day: The Eleventh Houre by William Alexander
The Argument Of dolefull hell the horrid seat is sought, Whereas the damned howling still remaine: And in the world as wickedly they wrought, Must suffer what Christ’s justice doth ordaine; The sensuall creatures senses here are brought, By what once pleas’d, now to be rack’d with paine: And with the devils whereas they are […]
Doomes-Day: The Eighth Houre by William Alexander
The Argument The Patriarchs, Kings, and Prophets most renown’d, Who came with God by conference friends to be, And (whil’st his Law was of their lives the ground) By him from wants and dangers were made free, And in all temporall blessings did abound, Yet did but Christ by Types and figures see: O how […]
Doomes-Day: The Second Houre by William Alexander
The Argument That threatned time which must the world appall, Is (that all may amend) by signes fore-showne, Warres rumor’d are, the Gospell preach’d o’re all, Some Iewes convert, the Antichrist growes knowne: Divels rage, vice raignes, zeale cooles, faith failes, stars fall, All sorts of plagues have the last Trumpet blowne: And by prodigious […]
An Eccho by William Alexander
Ah, will no soule giue eare vnto my mone? – one Who answers thus so kindly when I crie? – I What fostred thee that pities my despaire? – aire Thou blabbing guest, what know’st thou of my fall? – all What did I when I first my Faire disclos’d? – los’d Where was my […]
A Short View Of: The State Of Man by William Alexander
Mvst wretched man, when com’d where woes abound, Ere to the Sunne, vnclose his eyes to teares? Whom when scarse borne, one straight to prison beares, Loos’d from the bellie, in the Cradle bound. Then rysing by the rod, he doth attend The misteries of miserie at length, And still his burthens growing with his […]
A Parænesis To Prince Henry by William Alexander
Loe here (brave youth) as zeale and duty move, I labour (though in vaine) to finde some gift, Both worthy of thy place, and of my loue, But whil’st my selfe above my selfe I lift, And would the best of my inventions prove, I stand to study what should be my drift; Yet this […]
William Ellery Leonard – William Ellery Leonard
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The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot
The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot On the meaning and significance of the poem Translations The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot FOR EZRA POUND IL MIGLIOR FABBRO I. The Burial of the Dead April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull […]
Civil War Songs
Civil War Songs – a small collection of American Civil War Songs [lwptoc] THE BATTLE CRY OF FREEDOM by George F. Root, 1862 Yes, we’ll rally round the flag, boys rally once again, Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom And we’ll rally from the hillside We’ll gather from the plains, Shouting the Battle Cry […]
Guillaume de Lorris Belated: A Vision of Italy by Ezra Pound
(translated, interpreted by Ezra Pound) 1) Wisdom set apart from all desire, A hoary Nestor with youth’s own glad eyes, Him met I at the style, and all benign He greeted me an equal and I knew, By this his lack of pomp, he was himself. Slow-Smiling is companion unto him, And Mellow-Laughter serves, his […]