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... things require These motions of unrest : And these great spirits of high desire Seem born to turn them best . To purge the mischiefs that increase , And all good order mar , For oft we see a wicked peace To be well 48 ENGLISH LYRICS .
... things require These motions of unrest : And these great spirits of high desire Seem born to turn them best . To purge the mischiefs that increase , And all good order mar , For oft we see a wicked peace To be well 48 ENGLISH LYRICS .
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... spirit , come away ! ' What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses , shuts my sight , Drowns my spirit , draws my breath ? Tell me , my soul , can this be death ? The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ...
... spirit , come away ! ' What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses , shuts my sight , Drowns my spirit , draws my breath ? Tell me , my soul , can this be death ? The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ...
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... spirits have a fainter flow , I see thee daily weaker grow ; ' Twas my distress that brought thee low , My Mary ! Thy needles , once a shining store , For my sake restless heretofore , Now rust disused , and shine no more , My Mary ...
... spirits have a fainter flow , I see thee daily weaker grow ; ' Twas my distress that brought thee low , My Mary ! Thy needles , once a shining store , For my sake restless heretofore , Now rust disused , and shine no more , My Mary ...
Page 200
... lay . I saw her upon nearer view , A spirit , yet a woman too ! Her household motions light and free , And steps of virgin - liberty ; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records , promises 200 ENGLISH LYRICS . Wm Wordsworth.
... lay . I saw her upon nearer view , A spirit , yet a woman too ! Her household motions light and free , And steps of virgin - liberty ; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records , promises 200 ENGLISH LYRICS . Wm Wordsworth.
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... rate , That flushed her spirit . I know not by what name beside I shall it call if ' twas not pride , It was a joy to that allied , She did inherit . Her parents held the Quaker rule , Which doth the CHARLES LAMB . 217.
... rate , That flushed her spirit . I know not by what name beside I shall it call if ' twas not pride , It was a joy to that allied , She did inherit . Her parents held the Quaker rule , Which doth the CHARLES LAMB . 217.
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adieu Love Anthony Wood beauty BEN JONSON best fits birds blow breast breath bright brow cold County Guy Cymbeline Cynthia's Revels dead dear death delight doth earth England's Helicon eyes fancy fear fits a little flowers give gone grave hath heart heaven Honour lady leaves light live look love anew Love's lovers Lucasta lulla lullaby lyric maid Master Constable Melicertus mind morning ne'er never Nice Valour night nonny numbers o'er old familiar faces pain Phillada flouts Phillis pity poem Queen roses Sally shine sighs sight sing Sir Walter Scott sleep smile SONG sorrow soul spring stars tears tell thee thine things Thomas Dekker Thomas Farnaby thou art thou dost Thou hast Thou lovest amiss thought toil unto untrue Love verse wanton waves weep William Haughton winds wings winter WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED youth
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Page 130 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 198 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament : Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like twilight's too her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Page 146 - Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Page 61 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Page 72 - A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER. W ILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before ? Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run And do run still, though still I do deplore ? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done ; For I have more.
Page 201 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Page 80 - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 75 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess, excellently bright! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose: Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess, excellently bright!
Page 218 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave— For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Page 87 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...