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... thee lie withered and old In winter nights that are so cold , Plaining in vain unto the moon ; Thy wishes then dare not be told , Care then who list , for I have done . And then may chance thee to repent The time that thou hast lost and ...
... thee lie withered and old In winter nights that are so cold , Plaining in vain unto the moon ; Thy wishes then dare not be told , Care then who list , for I have done . And then may chance thee to repent The time that thou hast lost and ...
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... thee , dear wench , I write , That know'st my mirth , but not my moan ; I pray God grant thee deep delight , To live in joys when I am gone . I cannot live ; it will not be , I die to think to part from thee . THE DOLE OF DESPAIR ...
... thee , dear wench , I write , That know'st my mirth , but not my moan ; I pray God grant thee deep delight , To live in joys when I am gone . I cannot live ; it will not be , I die to think to part from thee . THE DOLE OF DESPAIR ...
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... thee : If Cressid's name were not so known , And written wide on every wall ; If bruit of pride were not so blown Upon Angelica withall ; For hault disdain , you might be she ; Or Cressid for inconstancy . And in reward of thy desert ...
... thee : If Cressid's name were not so known , And written wide on every wall ; If bruit of pride were not so blown Upon Angelica withall ; For hault disdain , you might be she ; Or Cressid for inconstancy . And in reward of thy desert ...
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... thee from thy thorn . Vow , alack ! for youth unmeet , Youth so apt to pluck a sweet ; Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn for thee ; Thou , for whom ev'n Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiop were ; And deny himself for Jove ...
... thee from thy thorn . Vow , alack ! for youth unmeet , Youth so apt to pluck a sweet ; Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn for thee ; Thou , for whom ev'n Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiop were ; And deny himself for Jove ...
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... thee the reed is as the oak . The sceptre , learning , physic , must All follow this , and come to dust . Fear no ... thee , Ruthless bears , they will not cheer thee , King Pandion he is dead ; All thy friends are lapp'd in lead ; All ...
... thee the reed is as the oak . The sceptre , learning , physic , must All follow this , and come to dust . Fear no ... thee , Ruthless bears , they will not cheer thee , King Pandion he is dead ; All thy friends are lapp'd in lead ; All ...
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Alma beauteous beauty Blouzelind breast breath bright Castara charms Cupid dear death delight Dick doth e'er eccho ring Eclogue Emma eyes face fair fame fancy fate fear flame flowers gentle give goddess grace grief ground hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven honour Hymen king kiss light live lov'd lover Lubberkin Lucretius lute lyre maid MATTHEW PRIOR mighty mind Muse ne'er never NICHOLAS ROWE night numbers Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er Ovid pain Pallas passion pity plac'd plain pleasure poets praise pride queen rose shade shepherd shine sighs sight sing smile soft song SONNETS sorrow soul spide summer queen sung swain sweet tears tell Tereu thee thine things THOMAS PARNELL thought thrice Twas unto verse virtue ween Whilst winds wings wise woods youth
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Page 183 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear...
Page 189 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Page 14 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 180 - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
Page 223 - Far in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Page 186 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity ; Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles.
Page 180 - 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, In her sweetest, saddest plight.
Page 163 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king. All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants, belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice; Man for thee does sow and plow; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy, Nor does thy luxury destroy.
Page 216 - Art she had none, yet wanted none, For Nature did that Want supply: So rich in Treasures of her Own, She might our boasted Stores defy: Such Noble Vigour did her Verse adorn, That it seem'd borrow'd, where 'twas only born.
Page 125 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?