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... that thou and I fhall waft , And ended is that we begonne ; . Now is this fong both fong and past : My lute , be ftill ; for I have done . MAATTIGLOTT 35 40 PRISONER IN WINDSOR , HE RECOUNTETH HIS PLEASURE THERE PASSED A 2 WYATT . 3.
... that thou and I fhall waft , And ended is that we begonne ; . Now is this fong both fong and past : My lute , be ftill ; for I have done . MAATTIGLOTT 35 40 PRISONER IN WINDSOR , HE RECOUNTETH HIS PLEASURE THERE PASSED A 2 WYATT . 3.
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This fong is in imitation of a ftill more beautiful one by Chriftopher Marlowe , beginning with the fame line . Let others freez with angling reeds , And cut their The bait By John Donne, D D dean of Pauls From his " Poems," 1635.
This fong is in imitation of a ftill more beautiful one by Chriftopher Marlowe , beginning with the fame line . Let others freez with angling reeds , And cut their The bait By John Donne, D D dean of Pauls From his " Poems," 1635.
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I'l love no more those cruel eyes of hers , Which , pleas'd or anger'd , ftill are murderers . For if the dart ( like lightning ) thro ' the ayr Her beams of wrath , the kils me with despair ; If the behold me with a pleasing eye ...
I'l love no more those cruel eyes of hers , Which , pleas'd or anger'd , ftill are murderers . For if the dart ( like lightning ) thro ' the ayr Her beams of wrath , the kils me with despair ; If the behold me with a pleasing eye ...
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That noble flame , which my breft keeps alive , Shall ftill furvive When my foule's fled ; Nor fhall my love dye when my bodye's dead ; That shall wait on me to the lower shade , And never fade . My very afhes in their urn Shall ...
That noble flame , which my breft keeps alive , Shall ftill furvive When my foule's fled ; Nor fhall my love dye when my bodye's dead ; That shall wait on me to the lower shade , And never fade . My very afhes in their urn Shall ...
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... Or ufher'd with a fhower ftill , When the guft hath blown his fill , Ending on the rufsling leaves , With minute drops from off the eaves . And when the Sun begins to fiing 131 His flaring beams , me goddess bring * Chaucer .
... Or ufher'd with a fhower ftill , When the guft hath blown his fill , Ending on the rufsling leaves , With minute drops from off the eaves . And when the Sun begins to fiing 131 His flaring beams , me goddess bring * Chaucer .
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Page 41 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Page 45 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Page 33 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 118 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Page 35 - Sometimes, with secure delight, The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong daylight fail...
Page 48 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Page 51 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed. And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 40 - But, first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation; And the mute Silence hist along, 'Less Philomel will deign a song...
Page 33 - And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free...
Page 253 - Thus artists melt the sullen ore of lead, With heaping coals of fire upon its head ; In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And, loose from dross, the silver runs below.