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... heaven in hellish pain . Her house is Sloth , her door Deceit , And slippery Hope her stairs ; Unbashful Boldness bids her guests , And every vice repairs . Her diet is of such delights As please till they be past ; But then the poison ...
... heaven in hellish pain . Her house is Sloth , her door Deceit , And slippery Hope her stairs ; Unbashful Boldness bids her guests , And every vice repairs . Her diet is of such delights As please till they be past ; But then the poison ...
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... heaven doth hove , Can comfort me , but her own joyous sight ; Whose sweet aspect both God and man can move , In her unspotted pleasance to delight . Dark is my day , whiles her fair light I miss , And dead my life , that wants such ...
... heaven doth hove , Can comfort me , but her own joyous sight ; Whose sweet aspect both God and man can move , In her unspotted pleasance to delight . Dark is my day , whiles her fair light I miss , And dead my life , that wants such ...
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... Heaven pictur'd in her face Doth promise joy and grace . Fair Cynthia's silver light That beats on running streams , Compares not with her white , Whose hairs are all sunbeams . So bright my nymph doth shine As day unto my eyne . THE ...
... Heaven pictur'd in her face Doth promise joy and grace . Fair Cynthia's silver light That beats on running streams , Compares not with her white , Whose hairs are all sunbeams . So bright my nymph doth shine As day unto my eyne . THE ...
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... heaven with thy brow : The workydays are the back - part ; The burden of the week lies there , Making the whole to stoop and bow , Till thy release appear . Man had straight forward gone To endless death : but thou dost pull And turn us ...
... heaven with thy brow : The workydays are the back - part ; The burden of the week lies there , Making the whole to stoop and bow , Till thy release appear . Man had straight forward gone To endless death : but thou dost pull And turn us ...
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... higher , as thy birth : O let me take thee at the bound , Leaping with thee from seven to seven , Till that we both , being toss'd from earth , Fly hand in hand to heaven ! GEORGE HERBERT . CELIA'S TRIUMPH . SEE the chariot at hand here of.
... higher , as thy birth : O let me take thee at the bound , Leaping with thee from seven to seven , Till that we both , being toss'd from earth , Fly hand in hand to heaven ! GEORGE HERBERT . CELIA'S TRIUMPH . SEE the chariot at hand here of.
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37 JOHN GILBERT Age like winter angle would rejoice ANGLER'S WISH BEN JONSON BIRDS IN SPRING blow blush breath of great-eyed bright brow Campaspe CELIA'S TRIUMPH chariot at hand Christmas CUPID Cynthia's silver light darts day most calm delight dost E. M. WIMPERIS EDMUND SPENSER Edmund Waller enemy But winter eyes face Fair daffodils fair Samela flocks flowers Francis Quarles GEORGE WITHER give grace great-eyed kine greenwood tree hath heart heaven Heigh hither icicles hang James Shirley kingdom kiss live LOVE'S SERVILE LOT lovely rose Lute merry note Michael Drayton morning nightingale NYMPH PASSIONATE SHEPHERD pedlar's song Phineas Fletcher reply RISING AND PRAYER ROBERT GREENE ROBERT HERRICK sad steps Samuel Daniel SHEPHERD'S COMMENDATION shine sing SIR PHILIP SIDNEY sleep SONNET soote soul thou art thou winter wind Thy presence Tu-whoo unto waking WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WJ PALMER SC wrathful winter yield Youth is full Youth like summer
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Page 29 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither — soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, — All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy Love.
Page 14 - A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 29 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 29 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When...
Page 2 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs : The hart hath hung his old head on the pale ; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Page 3 - Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease; 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, A rosy garland and a weary head; And if -these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.
Page 2 - COME, sleep ; O sleep ! the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, The indifferent judge between the high and low ; With shield of proof, shield me from out the prease Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw.
Page 29 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Page 54 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Page 7 - Moon, thou climb'st the skies; How silently, and with how wan a face; What, may it be that even in...