Hymn To Diana
Ben Jonson
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair,
Now the sun is laid to sleep,
Seated in thy silver chair,
State in wonted manner keep:
Hesperus entreats thy light,
Goddess excellently bright.
Earth, let not thy envious shade
Dare itself to interpose;
Cynthia’s shining orb was made
Heaven to clear when day did close:
Bless us then with wishd sight,
Goddess excellently bright.
Lay thy bow of pearl apart,
And thy crystal-shining quiver;
Give unto the flying hart
Space to breathe, how short soever;
Thou that mak’st a day of night,
Goddess excellently bright.
Next 10 Poems
- Ben Jonson : Inviting A Friend To Supper
- Ben Jonson : It Is Not Growing Like A Tree
- Ben Jonson : Karolin's Song
- Ben Jonson : My Picture Left In Scotland
- Ben Jonson : Ode To Himself Upon The Censure Of His New Inn
- Ben Jonson : On Elizabeth L. H.
- Ben Jonson : On My First Daughter
- Ben Jonson : On My First Son
- Ben Jonson : On Salathiel Pavy
- Ben Jonson : Piccolo Valzer Viennese
Previous 10 Poems
- Ben Jonson : Have You Seen But A Bright Lily Grow
- Ben Jonson : Gypsy Songs
- Ben Jonson : Epitaph On Elizabeth
- Ben Jonson : Epitaph
- Ben Jonson : Come, My Celia
- Ben Jonson : Clerimont's Song
- Ben Jonson : Begging Another
- Ben Jonson : An Ode To Himself
- Ben Jonson : An Epitaph On A Child Of Queen Elizabeth's Chapel
- Ben Jonson : An Elegy
