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... never created a Muse out of distempers , nor , with our Canary scribblers , cast any strange mists of surfeits before the intellectual beams of his mind or memory ; the latter of which he was so much a master of , that he had there ...
... never created a Muse out of distempers , nor , with our Canary scribblers , cast any strange mists of surfeits before the intellectual beams of his mind or memory ; the latter of which he was so much a master of , that he had there ...
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... never man was laid It is better to go into Heaven with one Eye , & c . Upon the dumb Devil cast out , and the slanderous Jews put to silence And a certain Priest coming that way , looked on him , and passed by Blessed be the Paps which ...
... never man was laid It is better to go into Heaven with one Eye , & c . Upon the dumb Devil cast out , and the slanderous Jews put to silence And a certain Priest coming that way , looked on him , and passed by Blessed be the Paps which ...
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... never spent ; I mean Thy fair eyes , sweet Magdalene . Heavens thy fair eyes be ; Heavens of ever - falling stars ; ' Tis seed - time still with thee , And stars thou sow'st , whose harvest dares Promise the earth to countershine ...
... never spent ; I mean Thy fair eyes , sweet Magdalene . Heavens thy fair eyes be ; Heavens of ever - falling stars ; ' Tis seed - time still with thee , And stars thou sow'st , whose harvest dares Promise the earth to countershine ...
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... never spent ; I mean Thy fair eyes , sweet Magdalene . Heavens thy fair eyes be ; Heavens of ever - falling stars ; " Tis seed - time still with thee , And stars thou sow'st , whose harvest dares Promise the earth to countershine ...
... never spent ; I mean Thy fair eyes , sweet Magdalene . Heavens thy fair eyes be ; Heavens of ever - falling stars ; " Tis seed - time still with thee , And stars thou sow'st , whose harvest dares Promise the earth to countershine ...
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... never be thy bed : A pillow for thee will I bring , Stuffed with down of angel's wing . Thus carried up on high , For to Heaven thou must go , Sweetly shalt thou lie , And in soft slumbers bathe thy woe ; Till the singing orbs awake ...
... never be thy bed : A pillow for thee will I bring , Stuffed with down of angel's wing . Thus carried up on high , For to Heaven thou must go , Sweetly shalt thou lie , And in soft slumbers bathe thy woe ; Till the singing orbs awake ...
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Page 134 - And teach her fair steps tread 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 89 - 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 137 - 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. Nights; sweet as they Made short by lovers' play, Yet long by tli
Page xviii - I'm sure, was in the right ; And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee...
Page 104 - Twixt soul and body a divorce, It could not sunder man and wife, 'Cause they both lived but one life. Peace, good Reader. Do not weep. Peace, the lovers are asleep. They, sweet turtles, folded lie In the last knot love could tie.
Page 132 - THE modest front of this small floor, Believe me, reader, can say more Than many a braver marble can — " Here lies a truly honest man ;" One whose conscience was a thing That troubled neither church nor king.
Page xviii - 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 39 - Poor world (said I), what wilt thou do To entertain this starry Stranger ? Is this the best thou canst bestow ? A cold, and not too cleanly, manger ? Contend, the powers of Heaven and Earth, To fit a bed for this huge birth ? Chorus: Contend, the powers, etc.
Page 21 - One went to brag, th' other to pray ; One stands up close and treads on high, Where th' other dares not lend his eye. One nearer to God's altar trod, The other to the altar's God.
Page 3 - Not in the evening's eyes, When they red with weeping are For the Sun that dies, Sits Sorrow with a face so fair. Nowhere but here did ever meet Sweetness so sad, sadness so sweet.