Arthur Clement Hilton Poems

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Arthur Clement Hilton

Strange beauty, eight-limbed and eight-handed,
Whence camest to dazzle our eyes?
With ... [read poem]
the sun rising
Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtai... [read poem]
the canonization
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love,
Or chide my palsy, or my gout,
M... [read poem]
the good-morrow
I wonder by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we lov'd? Were we not wean'd till then,
Bu... [read poem]
ding dong
By Rosina Christetti

Ding dong, Ding dong,
There goes the Gong,
Dick, come alo... [read poem]
a lame beggar
I am unable, yonder beggar cries,
To stand, or move; if he say true, he lies.

death be not proud (holy sonnets: x)
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so,... [read poem]
a valediction: forbidding mourning
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of th... [read poem]
Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years ... [read poem]
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