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... birds that sit and sing " Shall I tell you whom I love " " In my first years " O sacred blush " " Trust not , sweet soul " Slide soft , fair Forth " She whose fair flowers NOTE Song . The sun - rising The indifferent • " Go , happy ...
... birds that sit and sing " Shall I tell you whom I love " " In my first years " O sacred blush " " Trust not , sweet soul " Slide soft , fair Forth " She whose fair flowers NOTE Song . The sun - rising The indifferent • " Go , happy ...
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... Birds flying through the dusky air drop down , And earth itself to shake ; And then appeared a man , feeble , and pale , Saying , What dost thou here ? Hast thou not heard ? Dead is thy lady , she who was so fair . I raised mine eyes ...
... Birds flying through the dusky air drop down , And earth itself to shake ; And then appeared a man , feeble , and pale , Saying , What dost thou here ? Hast thou not heard ? Dead is thy lady , she who was so fair . I raised mine eyes ...
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... bird's estate I may compare with mine , To whom fond Love doth work such wrongs by day , That in the night my heart ... bird complain , Conceive in all her tunes a sweet delight , Without remorse , or pitying her pain ; So she , for whom ...
... bird's estate I may compare with mine , To whom fond Love doth work such wrongs by day , That in the night my heart ... bird complain , Conceive in all her tunes a sweet delight , Without remorse , or pitying her pain ; So she , for whom ...
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... bird lament her love's depart , I draw her biding nigh , And , sitting down , I sigh , And sighing say , Alas ! that birds avow A settled faith , yet Phoebe scorns my smart . Thus weary in my walk , and woeful too , THOMAS LODGE . 53.
... bird lament her love's depart , I draw her biding nigh , And , sitting down , I sigh , And sighing say , Alas ! that birds avow A settled faith , yet Phoebe scorns my smart . Thus weary in my walk , and woeful too , THOMAS LODGE . 53.
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... all the creatures in this spacious round , Of the birds ' kind , the phenix is alone , Which best by you , of living things , is NOTE MICHAEL DRAYTON "Why should your fair eyes "Bright star of beauty" "'Mongst all the creatures.
... all the creatures in this spacious round , Of the birds ' kind , the phenix is alone , Which best by you , of living things , is NOTE MICHAEL DRAYTON "Why should your fair eyes "Bright star of beauty" "'Mongst all the creatures.
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Anne Boleyn Anthony à Wood behold birds blush breast breath bright CASTARA chaste cheeks cruel Cupid dear death delight desire disdain Donne dost doth Earl England's Helicon face fair Falero favour fear Ferrara fire flame flowers give glory golden grace grief hair happy hast hath heaven honour hope John Florio kiss lady leave Leonora lero light lips live look Lord love thee Love's lover maid marriage married MICHAEL DRAYTON mind mistress morning ne'er never night nymph pain passion Petrarch Phillis pity poems poet praise pride Queen RAPE OF LUCRECE rose Samela SAMUEL DANIEL scorn shepherd shine sighs sight sing smile SONG sonnets sorrow soul spring stars Stella Surrey sweet Tasso tears tell thine eyes thought thy beauty thy heart true unto VENUS AND ADONIS verse vows weep Whilst wind yield youth
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Page 351 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn ; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page 97 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress...
Page 115 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 370 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Page 224 - Going to the Wars Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Page 93 - What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.
Page 325 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Page 399 - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
Page 170 - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Page 223 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.