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... Bosom of Castara - Thou art Returned , great Light Go , Lovely Rose ! On a Girdle EDMUND WALLER ( 1605-1687 ) CHARLES BEST ( A. 1602 ) A Sonnet to the Moon 104 · 105 105 106 · 106 107 107 PAGE SIR JOHN SUCKLING ( 1608-1642 ) Song : I ...
... Bosom of Castara - Thou art Returned , great Light Go , Lovely Rose ! On a Girdle EDMUND WALLER ( 1605-1687 ) CHARLES BEST ( A. 1602 ) A Sonnet to the Moon 104 · 105 105 106 · 106 107 107 PAGE SIR JOHN SUCKLING ( 1608-1642 ) Song : I ...
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... bosom , like a bee Love me , sweet , with all thou art Love not me for comely grace Love still a boy , and oft a wanton is Mary ! I want a lyre with other strings My heart is beating with all things that are My Lady's presence makes the ...
... bosom , like a bee Love me , sweet , with all thou art Love not me for comely grace Love still a boy , and oft a wanton is Mary ! I want a lyre with other strings My heart is beating with all things that are My Lady's presence makes the ...
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... bosom bright , Gently encage , that he may be your thrall : Perhaps he there may learn with rare delight , To sing your name and praises over all . That it hereafter may you not repent , Him lodging in your bosom to have lent . EDMUND ...
... bosom bright , Gently encage , that he may be your thrall : Perhaps he there may learn with rare delight , To sing your name and praises over all . That it hereafter may you not repent , Him lodging in your bosom to have lent . EDMUND ...
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... ROSALYND'S MADRIGAL LOVE in my bosom , like a bee , Doth suck his sweet ; Now with his wings he plays with me , Now with his feet . 1 Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His 32 A LITTLE BOOK OF LOVE POEMS Rosalynd's Madrigal.
... ROSALYND'S MADRIGAL LOVE in my bosom , like a bee , Doth suck his sweet ; Now with his wings he plays with me , Now with his feet . 1 Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His 32 A LITTLE BOOK OF LOVE POEMS Rosalynd's Madrigal.
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... safely on my knee , And let thy bower my bosom be Lurk in mine eyes , I like of thee , O Cupid ! so thou pity me , Spare not , but play thee . THOMAS LODGE L LOVE'S WANTONNESS OVE guides the roses of thy lips 3 THOMAS LODGE 33.
... safely on my knee , And let thy bower my bosom be Lurk in mine eyes , I like of thee , O Cupid ! so thou pity me , Spare not , but play thee . THOMAS LODGE L LOVE'S WANTONNESS OVE guides the roses of thy lips 3 THOMAS LODGE 33.
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Airs by Thomas awake beams beauty beauty's BEN JONSON birds blush Book of Airs bosom bower breast breath bright brow chaste cheeks dare dear death delight doth dream echo ring EDMUND SPENSER eyes face fair Samela fear fire flame flowers golden goodly grace hair hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly Heigh honour Hymen JOHN DRYDEN kiss lady light lips live look love thee Love's lovers lute maid MICHAEL DRAYTON never night numbers o'er pain passion pity pleasure praise is due ROBERT HERRICK rose SAMUEL DANIEL Say nay shine sigh sing SIR JOHN SUCKLING SIR PHILIP SIDNEY sleep smiles soft song of praise sonnets sorrow soul stars stay sweet tears tell thine THOMAS CAMPION THOMAS CAREW THOMAS LODGE thou art thoughts unto verse voice WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR wanton weep WILLIAM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wilt thou leave wings woods may answer
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Page 150 - The floating clouds their state. shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Page 50 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss, and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay ; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Page 107 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 52 - 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 47 - 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 178 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright.
Page 185 - BRIGHT star! would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Page 49 - 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; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd...
Page 75 - 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 12 - 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.