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... dear Island Princess is in love a third time , in the third act . In the fourth act , the king of Tidore , lately delivered by Armusia , plots against the Christians ; he is accompanied by a Moorish priest , who is no other than the ...
... dear Island Princess is in love a third time , in the third act . In the fourth act , the king of Tidore , lately delivered by Armusia , plots against the Christians ; he is accompanied by a Moorish priest , who is no other than the ...
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... dear . Echo , alas ! that doth my sorrow rue , Returns thereto a hollow sound of plaint . Thus I alone , where all my freedom grew , In prison pine , with bondage and restraint : And with remembrance of the ~~~ The swift swallow ...
... dear . Echo , alas ! that doth my sorrow rue , Returns thereto a hollow sound of plaint . Thus I alone , where all my freedom grew , In prison pine , with bondage and restraint : And with remembrance of the ~~~ The swift swallow ...
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... dear compassion of mind , Than beauty brought t'unworthy wretchedness , Through envy's snares , or fortune's freaks unkind . I , whether lately through her brightness blind , Or through allegiance and fast fealty , Which I do owe unto ...
... dear compassion of mind , Than beauty brought t'unworthy wretchedness , Through envy's snares , or fortune's freaks unkind . I , whether lately through her brightness blind , Or through allegiance and fast fealty , Which I do owe unto ...
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... dear , Who all this while lay bleeding out his heart - blood near . The sovereign weed , betwixt two marbles plain , She pounded small , and did in pieces bruise , And then atween her lily handes twain Into his wound the juice thereof ...
... dear , Who all this while lay bleeding out his heart - blood near . The sovereign weed , betwixt two marbles plain , She pounded small , and did in pieces bruise , And then atween her lily handes twain Into his wound the juice thereof ...
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... dear ! " would say , Then laugh , and smile , and run away ; And if I stay'd her would cry nay , Fy for shame , fy . My true love not regarding , Hath giv'n me at length his full rewarding , So that unless I tell The joys that overfill ...
... dear ! " would say , Then laugh , and smile , and run away ; And if I stay'd her would cry nay , Fy for shame , fy . My true love not regarding , Hath giv'n me at length his full rewarding , So that unless I tell The joys that overfill ...
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Page 337 - Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied. That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How...
Page 262 - 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. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 203 - 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 262 - I With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, mercy, majesty, And glories of my King; When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how great should be, Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty.
Page 281 - That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
Page 541 - On a rock whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Page 542 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Page 311 - And in sweet madness robb'd it of itself; But such a sacred, and home-felt delight, Such sober certainty of waking bliss I never heard till now.
Page 137 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of...
Page 352 - Of these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages cursed; For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit; Restless, unfix'd in principles and place, In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace; A fiery soul, which, working out, its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.