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... move , And tell the ravisher of my soul I perish for her love : But if she scorns my never - ceasing pain , Then ... moves delight , Like clear springs renewed by 2 3.
... move , And tell the ravisher of my soul I perish for her love : But if she scorns my never - ceasing pain , Then ... moves delight , Like clear springs renewed by 2 3.
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Arthur Symons. But still moves delight , Like clear springs renewed by flowing , Ever perfect , ever in them- selves eternal ... move , No music kindly without love . Sidney . 6 A Song to the Maskers Come down and dance ye in the toil Of ...
Arthur Symons. But still moves delight , Like clear springs renewed by flowing , Ever perfect , ever in them- selves eternal ... move , No music kindly without love . Sidney . 6 A Song to the Maskers Come down and dance ye in the toil Of ...
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... By you , sir , to awake him . Pray , hurt him not though he be dead , He knows well who do love him , And who with green turfs rear his head , And who do rudely move him . He's soft and tender ( pray take heed ) ; 6 11.
... By you , sir , to awake him . Pray , hurt him not though he be dead , He knows well who do love him , And who with green turfs rear his head , And who do rudely move him . He's soft and tender ( pray take heed ) ; 6 11.
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... move me , By thy short absence , to desire and love thee ? Why frowns my sweet ? Why won't my saint confer Favours on me , her fierce idolater ? Why are those looks , those looks the which have been Time - past so fragrant , sickly now ...
... move me , By thy short absence , to desire and love thee ? Why frowns my sweet ? Why won't my saint confer Favours on me , her fierce idolater ? Why are those looks , those looks the which have been Time - past so fragrant , sickly now ...
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... move ; New juice did stir the embracing vines , And birds had drawn their valentines ; The jealous trout that now did lie , Rose at a well - dissembled fly : There stood my friend with patient skill , Attending of his trembling quill ...
... move ; New juice did stir the embracing vines , And birds had drawn their valentines ; The jealous trout that now did lie , Rose at a well - dissembled fly : There stood my friend with patient skill , Attending of his trembling quill ...
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Anonymous Barnabe Barnes beauty beauty's behold Ben Jonson birds breath bright bring Campion Carmela Charon Claia Corydon cuckoo Daffodil dead dear death delight desire Donne dost doth Drayton earth echo ring eyes fair Fairy fairy-queen fear flowers fools give gone grace grief hair hath hear heart heaven Heigh-ho Herrick Hey-ho honour Hymen King kiss leave light little boy live livës joy look love's lovers lullaby maids merry Mertilla mind ne'er never Nicholas Breton night numbers nymphs Oberon passion Perigot Perilla Philomel Phyllida Pigwiggen pleasure poem poor praise pretty Proserpina Queen Queen Mab quoth roses scorn Shakespeare shepherd shine Sidney sighs sight sing sleep smile song sonnets soul spring stay sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thou shalt thoughts true love unto untrue Love wanton weep Whilst Willy wilt wind youth
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Page 365 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy...
Page 362 - ... the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 130 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 355 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 342 - They that have power to hurt and will do none,' That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.
Page 242 - come let us kiss and part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free...
Page 35 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Page 223 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest...
Page 147 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace : Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Page 23 - SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo ! The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day.