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ALBERTUS MORTON anonymous copy Arthur Gorges ascribed Ashm beauty bliss BOOK claimed for Raleigh Collier conceit Cynthia Davison's Poetical Rhapsody dear death delight desire despair didst doth Dyer Earl earth edit England's Helicon EPITAPH eyes fair faith fame fancy fear fordone fortune Fortune's George Sandys glory grace grief Harl hast hath heart heaven Hence claimed hope Ignoto John Heywood king light live Lord Lord Vaux love's Metam mind moan Montrose Muse never night nought Oldys Ovid Oxford editors pain passion Petrarch piece poem Poet praise prince printed Queen Raleigh by Brydges Rawl rest scorn shepherd Sidney sighs signature sing Sir Edward Dyer Sir Philip Sidney Sir Walter Raleigh Sonnets sorrow soul Spenser stanza sweet Tann tears Tell thee Thomas Lodge thou thoughts tree unto Vaux verses verso VIII virtue words Wotton wounds youth
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Page 17 - Tell real it wants devotion; Tell love it is but lust; Tell time it is but motion; Tell flesh it is but dust: And wish them not reply. For thou must give the lie, Tell age it daily wasteth : Tell honour how it alters ; Tell
Page 195 - virtuous souls abhor. And hold a synod in thine heart, I'll never love thee more. n. As Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone ; My thoughts did evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too mueh, Or his deserts are small,
Page 82 - than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: I
Page 93 - vines, And birds had drawn their valentines; The jealous trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well-dissembled fly : There stood my friend, with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill. Already were the eaves possessed With the swift pilgrim's daubed nest: The groves already did
Page 117 - last Labour that thou and I shall waste. And end that I have now begun; And when this song is sang and past. My lute, be still! for I have done. As to be heard where ear is none; As lead to grave in marble stone; My song may
Page 81 - armour is his honest thought. And simple truth his utmost skill; Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by
Page 118 - So that I am past remedy: Whereby my lute and I have done. Proud of the spoil that thou hast got Of simple hearts, thorough Love's shot, By whom, unkind, thou hast them won; Think not he hath his bow forgot, Although my lute and I have done.
Page 21 - my flesh must die so soon, And want a head to dine next noon, Just at the stroke, when my veins start and spread, Set on my soul an everlasting head ! Then am I ready, like a palmer fit, To tread those blest paths
Page 107 - day is fled, and yet I saw no sun; And now I live, and now my life is done! The spring is past, and yet it hath not sprung; The fruit is dead, and yet the leaves are green; My youth is gone, and yet I am but young; I saw the world, and yet I was not seen; My thread is
Page 130 - balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, The indifferent judge between the high and low ; With shield of proof, shield me from out the prease Of those