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... proud unpitying fires ; Such tears the suff'ring rose that's vex'd With ungentle flames does shed , Sweating in a too warm bed . } Say , ye bright brothers , The fugitive sons of those fair eyes Your fruitful mothers , What make you ...
... proud unpitying fires ; Such tears the suff'ring rose that's vex'd With ungentle flames does shed , Sweating in a too warm bed . } Say , ye bright brothers , The fugitive sons of those fair eyes Your fruitful mothers , What make you ...
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... proud face , Or perch'd upon fear'd diadems . Crowned heads are toys . We go to meet A worthy object , our Lord's feet . 31 THE WEEPER . [ In the edition of 1670 , the volume by Mr. Phillips in 1785 , in Chalmers ' collection , and ...
... proud face , Or perch'd upon fear'd diadems . Crowned heads are toys . We go to meet A worthy object , our Lord's feet . 31 THE WEEPER . [ In the edition of 1670 , the volume by Mr. Phillips in 1785 , in Chalmers ' collection , and ...
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... Proud will his sister be to wear This thine eye's jewel in her ear . O , ' tis a tear , Too true a tear : for no sad eyne , How sad soe'er , Rain so true a tear as thine ; Each drop leaving a place so dear , Weeps for itself , is its ...
... Proud will his sister be to wear This thine eye's jewel in her ear . O , ' tis a tear , Too true a tear : for no sad eyne , How sad soe'er , Rain so true a tear as thine ; Each drop leaving a place so dear , Weeps for itself , is its ...
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... proud ? The wind had need be angry , and the water black , That to the mighty Neptune's self dare threaten wrack . There is no storm but this Of your own cowardice That braves you out ; You are the storm that mocks Yourselves ; you are ...
... proud ? The wind had need be angry , and the water black , That to the mighty Neptune's self dare threaten wrack . There is no storm but this Of your own cowardice That braves you out ; You are the storm that mocks Yourselves ; you are ...
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... proud hopes of proving roses . No hair so small but pays his river To this Red Sea of Thy blood , Their little channels can deliver Something to the general flood . But , while I speak , whither are run All the rivers named before ? I ...
... proud hopes of proving roses . No hair so small but pays his river To this Red Sea of Thy blood , Their little channels can deliver Something to the general flood . But , while I speak , whither are run All the rivers named before ? I ...
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Page 127 - WHOE'ER she be — That not impossible She That shall command my heart and me ; Where'er she lie, Lock'd up from mortal eye In shady leaves of destiny ; Till that ripe birth Of studied Fate stand forth And teach her fair steps to our earth ; Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine ; Meet you her, my Wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye call'd my absent kisses.
Page ix - POET and Saint ! to thee alone are given The two most sacred names of Earth and Heaven ; The hard and rarest union which can be, Next that of Godhead with humanity. Long did the Muses...
Page 82 - Blends all together; then distinctly trips From this to that; then quick returning skips And snatches this again, and pauses there. She measures every measure, everywhere Meets art with art; sometimes as if in doubt Not perfect yet, and fearing to be out, Trails her plain ditty in one long-spun note, Through the sleek passage of her open throat, A clear unwrinkled song...
Page xi - Elisha-like (but with a wish much less, More fit thy greatness, and my littleness) Lo here I beg (I whom thou once didst prove So humble to esteem, so good to love) Not that thy spirit might on me doubled be, I ask but half thy mighty spirit for me ; And when my muse soars with so strong a wing, 'Twill learn of things divine, and first of thee to sing.
Page 195 - O thou undaunted daughter of desires! By all thy dower of lights and fires; By all the eagle in thee, all the dove; By all thy lives and deaths of love; By thy large draughts of intellectual day And by thy thirsts of love, more large than they; By all thy...
Page 31 - Come, we shepherds, whose blest sight Hath met Love's noon in Nature's night; Come, lift we up our loftier song And wake the sun that lies too long.
Page xi - Rather than thus our wills too strong for it. His faith perhaps in some nice tenets might Be wrong ; his life, I'm sure, was in the right...
Page 141 - Keep the free heart from its own hands! So when the year takes cold, we see Poor waters their own prisoners be, Fetter'd, and lock'd up fast they lie In a sad self-captivity; Th' astonish'd Nymphs their floods' strange fate deplore, To see themselves their own severer shore.
Page 130 - Days, that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore-spent night of sorrow : Days, that in spite Of darkness, by the light Of a clear mind are day all night. Life, that dares send A challenge to his end, And when it comes, say, 'Welcome, friend.
Page 66 - Shall flourish on thy brows, and be Both fire to us and flame to thee ; Whose light shall live bright in thy face By glory, in our hearts by grace. Thou shalt look round about, and see Thousands of...