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... PAIN ENOUGH MY MUSE MAY WELL GRUDGE WINININ N N N . 27 28 22 26 18 MY TRUE LOVE HATH MY HEART HIS ANSWER TO DYER SIR EDWARD DYER [ 1550 ? — 1607 ] THE FRIEND'S REMONSTRANCE THOMAS WATSON [ 1557 ? — 1592 ] ON SIDNEY'S DEATH . OF TIME ...
... PAIN ENOUGH MY MUSE MAY WELL GRUDGE WINININ N N N . 27 28 22 26 18 MY TRUE LOVE HATH MY HEART HIS ANSWER TO DYER SIR EDWARD DYER [ 1550 ? — 1607 ] THE FRIEND'S REMONSTRANCE THOMAS WATSON [ 1557 ? — 1592 ] ON SIDNEY'S DEATH . OF TIME ...
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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 . ADVICE TO LOVERS IF ye would love and lovèd be. WILLIAM DUNBAR [145 -1513] TO A LADY.
... 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 . ADVICE TO LOVERS IF ye would love and lovèd be. WILLIAM DUNBAR [145 -1513] TO A LADY.
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... pain and knows no joy at all . What foodless beast can live long in good plight ? Or is it life where senses there be none ? Or what availeth eyes without their sight ? Or else a tongue to him that is alone ? Is this a life ? Nay ...
... pain and knows no joy at all . What foodless beast can live long in good plight ? Or is it life where senses there be none ? Or what availeth eyes without their sight ? Or else a tongue to him that is alone ? Is this a life ? Nay ...
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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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adieu AMETAS barley-break beauty beauty's beggars bel ami bliss breast bright CARMELA CHORUS CLORINDA CORYDON Cupid's DAMON dare dear death delight desire disdain doth earth EPITHALAMIUM eyes face fair faith fancy fear fire flame flowers Folly Fortune golden golden morning breaks grace grief hast hath heart heaven hope Hymen joys keep kiss Lady light lips live love anew love true Love's lover Lycoris MADRIGALS melancholy methinks mind mirth Mistress N'oserez-vous NATHANIEL FIELD ne'er never night nought Nymphs pain PHILISTUS Phillada flouts PHILLIDA pity play pleasure poems poor praise pride priè RICHARD BRATHWAITE RICHARD BROME scorn shepherd shine sigh sight sing sleep smile SONG sorrow soul Spring stanza stars stay sweet Love tears thee thine thing THOMAS NABBES thou dost Thou lovest amiss thoughts three Ravens TOTTEL'S MISCELLANY tree true love unto untrue Love virtue weep wish
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Page 114 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth, for out it must, It look'd like the great collar, just, About our young colt's neck. Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out...
Page 133 - In the green grass she loves to lie, And there with her fair aspect tames The wilder flowers, and gives them names, But only with the roses plays, And them does tell What colour best becomes them, and what smell. Who can foretell for what high cause This darling of the gods was born?
Page 124 - And teach her fair steps to our earth ; Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine ; Meet you her, my Wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye call'd my absent kisses.
Page 204 - THERE is a Lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die.
Page 18 - Only joy, now here you are, Fit to hear and ease my care; 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.
Page 128 - I wish her store Of worth may leave her poor Of wishes; and I wish no more. Now, if Time knows That Her, whose radiant brows Weave them a garland of my vows; Her that dares be What these lines wish to see: I seek no further, it is She. 'Tis She, and here Lo! I unclothe and clear My wishes
Page 38 - As fresh as bin the flowers in May, And of my love my roundelay, My merry, merry, merry roundelay, Concludes with Cupid's curse, — They that do change old love for new, Pray Gods they change for worse ! Ambo simul They that do change, etc.
Page 184 - Weep you no more, sad fountains; What need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains Heaven's sun doth gently waste! But my sun's heavenly eyes, View not your weeping, That now lies sleeping Softly, now softly lies Sleeping.
Page 58 - tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.
Page 139 - Ametas. Think'st Thou that this Love can stand, Whilst Thou still dost say me nay? Love unpaid does soon disband: Love binds Love as Hay binds Hay.