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... Rose ........ ........ Drummond ib . Song ......... Lesbia on her Sparrow A Madrigal ...... SONNETS . ..... Dr . King 103 ... Cartwright 104 ..Drummond 106 To Sir W. Alexander .. To Delia ........ ..Drummond 108 ..... Daniel 106 A ...
... Rose ........ ........ Drummond ib . Song ......... Lesbia on her Sparrow A Madrigal ...... SONNETS . ..... Dr . King 103 ... Cartwright 104 ..Drummond 106 To Sir W. Alexander .. To Delia ........ ..Drummond 108 ..... Daniel 106 A ...
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... rose was more refin'd , Nor morning's blush more radiant ever shin'd , Ah ! too too like to morn and rose at last . It holds her who in Wit's ascendant far Did years and sex transcend , to whom the heaven More virtue than to all this ...
... rose was more refin'd , Nor morning's blush more radiant ever shin'd , Ah ! too too like to morn and rose at last . It holds her who in Wit's ascendant far Did years and sex transcend , to whom the heaven More virtue than to all this ...
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... rose , and the well - attir'd woodbine , With cowslips wan , that hang the pensive head , & c . L. 145 . Milton is fanciful , yet affecting ; Browne puerile and disgusting . Cypress may fade , the countenance be chang'd , A 50 ELEGIES ...
... rose , and the well - attir'd woodbine , With cowslips wan , that hang the pensive head , & c . L. 145 . Milton is fanciful , yet affecting ; Browne puerile and disgusting . Cypress may fade , the countenance be chang'd , A 50 ELEGIES ...
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... rose fairly budding forth Bewrays her beauties to the enamour'd morn , Until some keen blast from the envious North Kills the sweet bud that was but newly born , Or else her rarest smells delighting Make her herself betray , Some white ...
... rose fairly budding forth Bewrays her beauties to the enamour'd morn , Until some keen blast from the envious North Kills the sweet bud that was but newly born , Or else her rarest smells delighting Make her herself betray , Some white ...
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... rose a strife , To make thee read a classic in thy life , Those that do hence applause , and suffrage beg , Cause they can poems form upon one leg , Write not to time , but to the poet's day ; There's difference between fame and sudden ...
... rose a strife , To make thee read a classic in thy life , Those that do hence applause , and suffrage beg , Cause they can poems form upon one leg , Write not to time , but to the poet's day ; There's difference between fame and sudden ...
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Alcon BEATIFICAL beauty bird blood breast breath BROOMHOLM burning force Castara Comus dead dear death dost doth Drayton DRUMMOND dust EARL OF SURREY earth Eclogue Edit ELEGY ENGLISH POETRY epitaph ev'ry face fade fair fame fancy fate fear Fletcher flowers GILES FLETCHER glory Gondibert grace grave grief hand hath hear hearse heart heaven honour hope hour king King's Poems light lines live Livy Llwen look Lord madrigal Methinks Milton mind Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er Philomel Picts pleasure poetry poets Poly-Olbion poor praise Quarles queen racter ROBERT SOUTHWELL saint Scythian seem'd shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul Spenser spirit spring stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought tomb unto verses virtue Virtue's voice whilst wind wings winter's youth
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Page 114 - ... you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath, When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, — Now if thou would'st, when all have given him over, From...
Page 149 - While from the bounded level of our mind Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ; But more...
Page 137 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Page 214 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Page 116 - CARE-CHARMER Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born, Relieve my languish, and restore the light ; With dark forgetting of my care return. And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill-adventured youth : Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn, Without the torment of the night's untruth. Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires, To model forth the passions of the morrow ; Never let rising sun approve you liars To add more grief to aggravate my...
Page 2 - No endless night, yet not eternal day; The saddest birds a season find to sing, The roughest storm a calm may soon allay: Thus, with succeeding turns, God tempereth all, That man may hope to rise, yet fear to fall.
Page 106 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Page 89 - 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 65 - Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake; Till age, or grief, or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves, and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb. Stay for me there; I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale.
Page 113 - I know that all beneath the moon decays, And what by mortals in this world is brought In Time's great periods shall return to nought ; That fairest states have fatal nights and days. I know that all the Muses...