Golden apples of Hesperus, poems not in the collections [ed. by W.J. Linton].1882 |
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... — 1586 | THE MEETING ABSENCE . 8 9 13 OPPORTUNITY 14 STELLA ! THE FULLNESS OF MY THOUGHTS 17 ALAS ! HAVE I NOT PAIN ENOUGH O JOY TOO HIGH 18 MY MUSE MAY WELL GRUDGE HIS ANSWER TO DYER . 19 X SIR EDWARD DYER [ 1550 ? — 1607 |
... — 1586 | THE MEETING ABSENCE . 8 9 13 OPPORTUNITY 14 STELLA ! THE FULLNESS OF MY THOUGHTS 17 ALAS ! HAVE I NOT PAIN ENOUGH O JOY TOO HIGH 18 MY MUSE MAY WELL GRUDGE HIS ANSWER TO DYER . 19 X SIR EDWARD DYER [ 1550 ? — 1607 |
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... mene : Whose piteous death does to my heart such pain That I would make to plant his root again , So comforting his leaves unto me been . D IF ADVICE TO LOVERS ye would love and lovèd be. WILLIAM DUNBAR [145 — 1513] page TO A LADY I.
... mene : Whose piteous death does to my heart such pain That I would make to plant his root again , So comforting his leaves unto me been . D IF ADVICE TO LOVERS ye would love and lovèd be. WILLIAM DUNBAR [145 — 1513] page TO A LADY I.
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... pains . No end I find in all my smart , But endless torment I sustain , Since first , alas ! my woeful heart By sight of thee was forced to plain , — Since that I lost my liberty , Since that thou madest a slave of me . My heart , that ...
... pains . No end I find in all my smart , But endless torment I sustain , Since first , alas ! my woeful heart By sight of thee was forced to plain , — Since that I lost my liberty , Since that thou madest a slave of me . My heart , that ...
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... pain and smart . Sometime by me she sat When she had play'd her fill ; And ever when she rested had About she flutter'd still . When I perceived her well Rejoicing in her place , O happy Fly ! quoth I , and eke O worm in happy case ...
... pain and smart . Sometime by me she sat When she had play'd her fill ; And ever when she rested had About she flutter'd still . When I perceived her well Rejoicing in her place , O happy Fly ! quoth I , and eke O worm in happy case ...
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... , Let my whispering voice obtain Sweet reward for sharpest pain : Take me to thee , and thee to me ! - " No , no , no , no , my Dear ! let be ! " SIDNEY Night hath closed all in her cloak ; Twinkling 14 SIDNEY OPPORTUNITY.
... , Let my whispering voice obtain Sweet reward for sharpest pain : Take me to thee , and thee to me ! - " No , no , no , no , my Dear ! let be ! " SIDNEY Night hath closed all in her cloak ; Twinkling 14 SIDNEY OPPORTUNITY.
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AMETAS art thou auld beauty bel ami beneath bless'd bliss breast breath bright brow call'd CARMELA cheek CHORUS CLORINDA clouds count our slaves DAMON dark Dear death DORON doth dreams earth EBENEZER JONES ENONE face fair fairest fear fire flowers frae glory golden grace green hair HAMADRYAD hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Hesperus Jean JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS Kings of Gold kiss lady Janet LANDOR light lips live love anew love true Love's merry mind moon mountain N'oserez-vous ne'er never night Nymph o'er pain pity Poems priè Proserpina RHAICOS RICHARD HENGIST HORNE rose shepherds shine sigh sing sleep smile soft SONG soul stay Stella sweet tears thee thine eyes thing THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK thou art Thou lovest amiss thou wished star thoughts tongue tree Venus weep WILLIAM BELL SCOTT wind wing woes WORLD IS BURNING
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