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... shine her robes , in purple , pearls , and gold , So richly wrought , with skill beyond compare ! How glance her feet ! her beaming eyes how fair Through the dark cloister which these hills enfold ! The verdant turf , and flowers of ...
... shine her robes , in purple , pearls , and gold , So richly wrought , with skill beyond compare ! How glance her feet ! her beaming eyes how fair Through the dark cloister which these hills enfold ! The verdant turf , and flowers of ...
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... shine , The boat for joy could not to dance forbear , While wanton winds , with beauties so divine Ravished , stayed not , till in her golden hair They did themselves ( O sweetest prison ! ) twine . And fain those Œol's youth there ...
... shine , The boat for joy could not to dance forbear , While wanton winds , with beauties so divine Ravished , stayed not , till in her golden hair They did themselves ( O sweetest prison ! ) twine . And fain those Œol's youth there ...
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... When she is set , the gladsome day is done . O glorious sun , imagine me the west , Shine in my arms , and set thou in my breast ! SAMUEL DANIEL . 1562-1619 . DELIA . THE biographers of 66 LOVES AND HEROINES . NOTE NOTE.
... When she is set , the gladsome day is done . O glorious sun , imagine me the west , Shine in my arms , and set thou in my breast ! SAMUEL DANIEL . 1562-1619 . DELIA . THE biographers of 66 LOVES AND HEROINES . NOTE NOTE.
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... shine As day unto mine eyen . With this there is a red Exceeds the damask rose ; Which in her cheeks is spread , Where every favour grows . In sky there is no star , But she surmounts it far . When Phoebus from the bed Of Thetis doth ...
... shine As day unto mine eyen . With this there is a red Exceeds the damask rose ; Which in her cheeks is spread , Where every favour grows . In sky there is no star , But she surmounts it far . When Phoebus from the bed Of Thetis doth ...
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... since thy duties be To warm the world , that's done in warming us . Shine here to us , and thou art everywhere ; This bed thy centre is , these walls thy sphere . THE RELIC . When my grave is broke up again 140 LOVES AND HEROINES .
... since thy duties be To warm the world , that's done in warming us . Shine here to us , and thou art everywhere ; This bed thy centre is , these walls thy sphere . THE RELIC . When my grave is broke up again 140 LOVES AND HEROINES .
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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.