Representative Poetry Online
On this day: February 12th
Random Poem of the Day
1Yet sighes, deere sighs, indeede true friends you are,
2That do not leaue your lest friend at the wurst,
3But as you with my breast I oft haue nurst,
4So gratefull now you waite vpon my care.
5Faint coward joy no longer tarry dare,
6Seeing hope yeeld when this wo strake him furst:
7Delight protests he is not for the accurst,
10Kils his owne children, teares finding that they
11By loue were made apt to consort with me.
12Only true sighs, you do not go away,
13Thanke may you haue for such a thankfull part,
Notes
8] “Thought” changed to “Though” Back to Line
9] “narrow” changed to “sorrow” Back to Line
14] terminal period added Back to Line