Poetic Openings : John Wilmot to William Wordsworth

Poet : John Wilmot : Poem : The Mistress : First Line : An age in her embraces passed
Poet : John Wilmot : Poem : The Mistress: A Song : First Line : An age in her embraces passed
Poet : John Wilmot : Poem : The Platonic Lady : First Line : I could love thee till I die,
Poet : John Wilmot : Poem : To His Mistress : First Line : (After Quarles)
Poet : John Wilmot : Poem : To This Moment A Rebel : First Line : To this moment a rebel I throw down my arms,

Poet : John Wilmot : Poem : Tunbridge Wells : First Line : At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head
Poet : John Wilmot : Poem : Upon His Drinking A Bowl : First Line : Vulcan, contrive me such a cup
Poet : John Wilmot : Poem : Upon Nothing : First Line : Nothing, thou elder brother even to shade,
Poet : William Wordsworth : Poem : A Character : First Line : I marvel how Nature could ever find space
Poet : William Wordsworth : Poem : A Complaint : First Line : There is a change—and I am poor;