Seventeenth-century English Poetry, Volume 1Miriam Kosh Starkman Volume 1 includes writings by John Donne, George Herbert, Henry Vaughan, Thomas Traherne, and Richard Crashaw. |
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... sigh'st , thou sigh'st not winde , But sigh'st my soule away , When thou weep'st , unkindly kinde , My lifes blood doth decay . It cannot bee That thou lov'st mee , as thou say'st , If in thine my life thou waste , Thou art the best of ...
... sigh'st , thou sigh'st not winde , But sigh'st my soule away , When thou weep'st , unkindly kinde , My lifes blood doth decay . It cannot bee That thou lov'st mee , as thou say'st , If in thine my life thou waste , Thou art the best of ...
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... Sighs will convey Any thing to me . Harke , Despair away . The Collar I struck the board , and cry'd , No more . I will abroad . What ? shall I ever sigh and pine ? My lines and life are free ; free as the rode , Loose as the winde , as ...
... Sighs will convey Any thing to me . Harke , Despair away . The Collar I struck the board , and cry'd , No more . I will abroad . What ? shall I ever sigh and pine ? My lines and life are free ; free as the rode , Loose as the winde , as ...
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... sigh , that is , each stop , A bead , that is , A TEAR , does drop . XXV At these thy weeping gates , ( Watching their watry motion ) Each winged moment waits , Takes his TEAR , & gets him gone . By thine Ey's tinct enobled thus Time ...
... sigh , that is , each stop , A bead , that is , A TEAR , does drop . XXV At these thy weeping gates , ( Watching their watry motion ) Each winged moment waits , Takes his TEAR , & gets him gone . By thine Ey's tinct enobled thus Time ...
Contents
INTRODUCTION | 3 |
George Herbert cont | 4 |
The goodmorrow | 26 |
Copyright | |
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