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... Sidney , the great love - poet of that age , and ending with Sidney , and within that circle turning as within the limits of an enchantment . The great ritual of the " Epithalamion " leads through bride - songs , dawn- songs , and ...
... Sidney , the great love - poet of that age , and ending with Sidney , and within that circle turning as within the limits of an enchantment . The great ritual of the " Epithalamion " leads through bride - songs , dawn- songs , and ...
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... Sidney . 6 A Song to the Maskers Come down and dance ye in the toil Of pleasure to a heat ; But if to moisture , let the oil Of roses be your sweat . Not only to yourselves assume These sweets , but let them fly From this to that , and ...
... Sidney . 6 A Song to the Maskers Come down and dance ye in the toil Of pleasure to a heat ; But if to moisture , let the oil Of roses be your sweat . Not only to yourselves assume These sweets , but let them fly From this to that , and ...
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... Sidney . Harden now thy tired heart , with more than flinty rage ! Ne'er let her false tears henceforth thy constant grief assuage ! Once true happy days thou saw'st when she stood firm and kind , Both as one then lived and held one ear ...
... Sidney . Harden now thy tired heart , with more than flinty rage ! Ne'er let her false tears henceforth thy constant grief assuage ! Once true happy days thou saw'st when she stood firm and kind , Both as one then lived and held one ear ...
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... Sidney . Leave me , O Love , which reachest but to dust ; And thou , my mind , aspire to higher things ; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust ; Whatever fades , but fading pleasure brings . Draw in thy beams , and humble all thy ...
... Sidney . Leave me , O Love , which reachest but to dust ; And thou , my mind , aspire to higher things ; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust ; Whatever fades , but fading pleasure brings . Draw in thy beams , and humble all thy ...
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... Sidney . 236 Only Joy , now here you are , Fit to hear and ease my care , Let my whispering voice obtain Sweet reward for sharpest pain ; Take me to thee , and thee to me . “ No , no , no , no , my dear , let be . " Night hath closed ...
... Sidney . 236 Only Joy , now here you are , Fit to hear and ease my care , Let my whispering voice obtain Sweet reward for sharpest pain ; Take me to thee , and thee to me . “ No , no , no , no , my dear , let be . " Night hath closed ...
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Page 164 - THRICE toss these oaken ashes in the air, Thrice sit thou mute in this enchanted chair ; And thrice three times tie up this true-love's knot, And murmur soft — ' She will, or she will not.' Go burn these poisonous weeds in yon blue fire, These screech-owl's feathers and this prickling briar ; This cypress gathered at a dead man's grave ; That all thy fears and cares an end may have. Then come, you fairies, dance with...