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... painful patience in delays , Forget not yet ! Forget not ! oh ! forget not this , How long ago hath been and is The mind that never meant amiss , Forget not yet ! Forget not then thine own approved , The which so long hath thee so loved ...
... painful patience in delays , Forget not yet ! Forget not ! oh ! forget not this , How long ago hath been and is The mind that never meant amiss , Forget not yet ! Forget not then thine own approved , The which so long hath thee so loved ...
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... pain ; Trow not alone under the sun Unquit to cause thy lovers plain , Although my lute and I have done . May chance thee lie withered and old In winter nights , that are so cold , Plaining in vain unto the moon ; Thy wishes then dare ...
... pain ; Trow not alone under the sun Unquit to cause thy lovers plain , Although my lute and I have done . May chance thee lie withered and old In winter nights , that are so cold , Plaining in vain unto the moon ; Thy wishes then dare ...
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... ! And wilt thou leave me thus , That hath given thee my heart Never for to depart Neither for pain nor smart : And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus And have no more SIR THOMAS WYATT 3 Say Nay!
... ! And wilt thou leave me thus , That hath given thee my heart Never for to depart Neither for pain nor smart : And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus And have no more SIR THOMAS WYATT 3 Say Nay!
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... pain " She could not make the like again " . Sith Nature thus gave her the praise , To be the chiefest work she ... pains of deid Can do no moir . Now must I go , alace ! For sight of 6 A LITTLE BOOK OF LOVE POEMS.
... pain " She could not make the like again " . Sith Nature thus gave her the praise , To be the chiefest work she ... pains of deid Can do no moir . Now must I go , alace ! For sight of 6 A LITTLE BOOK OF LOVE POEMS.
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... pains and sorrows past , Pay to her usury of long delight : And whilst she doth her dight , Do ye to her of joy and solace sing , That all the woods may answer , and your echo ring . Bring with you all the Nymphs that you can hear ...
... pains and sorrows past , Pay to her usury of long delight : And whilst she doth her dight , Do ye to her of joy and solace sing , That all the woods may answer , and your echo ring . Bring with you all the Nymphs that you can hear ...
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A Book of English Love Poems: Chosen Out of Poets From Wyatt to Arnold ... Edward Hutton No preview available - 2017 |
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Airs by Thomas awake beauty beauty's Ben Jonson birds blush Book of Airs bosom bower breast breath bright brow cheek dear death delight doth dream echo ring EDMUND SPENSER ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair Samela fear fire flame flowers Forget golden grace hair hand hath heaven heavenly Heigh honour kiss lady light lips live look love thee Love's lovers lute maid MICHAEL DRAYTON never night numbers o'er pain passion PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY pleasure poem poet praise is due ROBERT HERRICK rose SAMUEL DANIEL Say nay SHAKESPEARE shine sigh sing sleep smiles soft song of praise Sonnet sorrow soul star sweet tears tell thine things THOMAS CAMPION THOMAS CAREW THOMAS LODGE thou art thoughts thy love unto verse voice vows WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR wanton weep WILLIAM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wilt thou leave wings woods may answer
Popular passages
Page 49 - As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority...
Page 51 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 46 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Page 101 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting; The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may...
Page 47 - SHALL I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Page 11 - Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm : for love is strong as death : jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
Page 74 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Page 121 - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near, And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
Page 52 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 48 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...