All Things Human

When, Dearest, I but Think of Thee
by Sir John Suckling (1609-1642)
 
When, dearest, I but think of thee,
Methinks all things that lovely be
Are present, and my soul delighted:
For beauties that from worth arise
Are like the grace of deities,
Still present with us, tho

For a Column at Runnymede
by Mark Akenside (1721-1770)
Thou, who the verdant plain dost traverse here
While Thames among his willows from thy view
Retires; O stranger, stay thee, and the scene
Around contemplate well. This is the place
Where England’s ancient barons, clad in arms
And stern with conquest, from their tyrant king
(Then rendered tame) did challenge and secure
The charter [...]

A Farewell Entitled to the Famous and Fortunate Generals of our English Forces
by George Peele (1556-1596)
Have done with care, my hearts, abord amain,
With stretching sail to plow the swelling waves.
Bid England’s shore and Albion

The Sick Rose
by William Blake (1757-1827)
O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.