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Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Searching... Subject: HALL, JOHN (1627-1656) Matches Found: 9 UPDATE command denied to user 'poetryex_users'@'localhost' for table `poetryex_poems`.`subcnt` GENETHLIACON TO THE INFANT MUSE OF HIS DEAREST FRIEND, by WILLIAM HARINGTON Poem Text First Line: Dame nature, long projecting how Last Line: Vie greenness with thy tender days. Subject(s): Hall, John (1627-1656) ON MR. HALL'S ESSAYS, by THOMAS STANLEY Poem Text Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Wits that matur'd by time have courted praise Last Line: As many years as thou hast snatch'd from time. Subject(s): Essays; Hall, John (1627-1656); Time TO HIS ADMIRED FRIEND, MR. J. HALL, by EDWARD HOLLAND Poem Text First Line: Welcome, bright sun, into our hemisphere Last Line: Could I, though but unseen, keep pace with thee. Subject(s): Hall, John (1627-1656) TO HIS FRIEND MR. J.H. UPON HIS POEMS, by WILLIAM DILLINGHAM Poem Text First Line: May thine own verse, the envy and the glory Last Line: Wishing himself turn'd loose to graze in prose. Subject(s): Hall, John (1627-1656) TO HIS HONOURED FRIEND, MR. J.H., by T. SMITHSBY Poem Text First Line: Fruits that arise in haste, do soon Last Line: Like youthful ivy clad in green. Subject(s): Hall, John (1627-1656) TO THE GENIUS OF MR. JOHN HALL, ON HIS EXACT TRANSLATION OF HIEROCLES, by RICHARD LOVELACE Poem Text Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Tis not from cheap thanks thinly to repay Last Line: Thy soul is fled into hierocles. Subject(s): Hall, John (1627-1656); Translating & Interpreting TO THE HONOURED AUTHOR, MR. HALL, ON HIS POEMS, by JAMES WINDET Poem Text First Line: Dost mean to spoil thyself? Do knotty arts Last Line: Thy purer ease in their festivity. Subject(s): Hall, John (1627-1656) TO THE NO LESS KNOWING THAN INGENIOUS MR. HALL, ON HIS .. DETRACTORS, by J. PAWSON Poem Text First Line: Thou need'st no noseless monuments display Last Line: That verse shall be 'mongst thy erratas set. Subject(s): Criticism & Critics; Hall, John (1627-1656) TO THE YOUNG AUTHOR UPON HIS INCOMPARABLE VEIN IN SATIRE AND SONNETS, by HENRY MORE Poem Text Poet's Biography First Line: Young monster! Born with teeth, that thus canst bite Last Line: Thy paws be grown, who'll dare to touch thee then? Subject(s): Hall, John (1627-1656) |
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