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... with his feet . Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast , My kisses are his daily feast ; And yet he robs me of my rest ! Ah ! wanton , will ye ? 5 ΙΟ 5 LODGE And if I sleep , then percheth he ,
... with his feet . Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast , My kisses are his daily feast ; And yet he robs me of my rest ! Ah ! wanton , will ye ? 5 ΙΟ 5 LODGE And if I sleep , then percheth he ,
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Robert Maynard Leonard. LODGE And if I sleep , then percheth he , With pretty flight , And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night . Strike I my lute , he tunes the string ; He music plays if so I sing , He lends me every lovely ...
Robert Maynard Leonard. LODGE And if I sleep , then percheth he , With pretty flight , And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night . Strike I my lute , he tunes the string ; He music plays if so I sing , He lends me every lovely ...
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... sleep , dear , sleep ; And not a sorrow Hang any tear on your eye - lashes ; Lie still and deep , Sad soul , until the sea - wave washes The rim o ' the sun to - morrow , In eastern sky . 5 LYLY But wilt thou cure thine heart Of love and.
... sleep , dear , sleep ; And not a sorrow Hang any tear on your eye - lashes ; Lie still and deep , Sad soul , until the sea - wave washes The rim o ' the sun to - morrow , In eastern sky . 5 LYLY But wilt thou cure thine heart Of love and.
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... sleep . Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day ; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair . Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past ; For in your sweet ...
... sleep . Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day ; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair . Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past ; For in your sweet ...
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... sleep of night , When the winds are breathing low , And the stars are shining bright : I arise from dreams of thee , And a spirit in my feet Hath led me - who knows how ? To thy chamber window , sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On ...
... sleep of night , When the winds are breathing low , And the stars are shining bright : I arise from dreams of thee , And a spirit in my feet Hath led me - who knows how ? To thy chamber window , sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On ...
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adore Aganippe amid awake beauty beauty's birds Blackmwore bonnie Doon bosom breast breath bright brow buds BURNS Campaspe CAMPION Catullus Celia cheek cold COLERIDGE D. G. ROSSETTI dear death delight DONNE doth dream E. B. BROWNING earth face fair Samela flowers flying FOLLOW THY FAIR grace hair hath my heart heaven HERRICK hope JONSON kiss lady lassie Lesbia let thee go light lips live look LORD BYRON LORD TENNYSON love thee Love's Love's Labour's Lost lover maid maïdens MISTRESS ne'er never night o'er P. B. SHELLEY pale pity poems Poet Laureate praise pretty proud S. T. COLERIDGE Sappho scorn SHAKESPEARE sighs sing sleep soft song sonnet sorrow soul spring stars Stour Swallow sweet and fair tell thine eyes Thou art thought thy fair sun thy love tress true love hath Twas W. S. LANDOR wanton wind youth ΙΟ ΤΟ
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Page 80 - To His Coy Mistress Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime; We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Should'st rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine...
Page 114 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page 119 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Page 56 - 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; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
Page 24 - Her lips suck forth my soul! See where it flies; Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Page 32 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the Sun goes round.
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 46 - THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE COME live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield.
Page 29 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 68 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right ; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise ; I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.