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... crown the holiday . Drop , drop , you violets ; change your hues , Now red , now pale , as lovers use ; And in your death go out as well As when you lived unto the smell , That from your odor all may say , This is the shepherds ...
... crown the holiday . Drop , drop , you violets ; change your hues , Now red , now pale , as lovers use ; And in your death go out as well As when you lived unto the smell , That from your odor all may say , This is the shepherds ...
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... Crown this bridegroom and this bride . SONG . O , No more , no more , too late Sighs are spent ; the burning tapers ... Crowns may flourish and decay , Beauties shine , but fade away . Youth may revel , yet it must Lie down in a bed of ...
... Crown this bridegroom and this bride . SONG . O , No more , no more , too late Sighs are spent ; the burning tapers ... Crowns may flourish and decay , Beauties shine , but fade away . Youth may revel , yet it must Lie down in a bed of ...
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... crowns my conquering brows , And I his temples with a crown of praise ; Which he accepts as an everlasting sign That I my best beloved's am , that he is mine . 35 40 GEORGE SANDYS , Paraphrase upon the Psalms of David , 1636 . DEO ...
... crowns my conquering brows , And I his temples with a crown of praise ; Which he accepts as an everlasting sign That I my best beloved's am , that he is mine . 35 40 GEORGE SANDYS , Paraphrase upon the Psalms of David , 1636 . DEO ...
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... - hopes ; and he's possessed Of heaven that's but from hell released . Then crown my joys , or cure my pain ; Give me more love , or more disdain . 15 5 IO TO MY INCONSTANT MISTRESS . WHEN thou , poor excommunicate THOMAS CAREW . 67.
... - hopes ; and he's possessed Of heaven that's but from hell released . Then crown my joys , or cure my pain ; Give me more love , or more disdain . 15 5 IO TO MY INCONSTANT MISTRESS . WHEN thou , poor excommunicate THOMAS CAREW . 67.
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... crown our pain , Could we the fortress win , The happy lover sure should gain A paradise within . I thought love's plagues like dragons sate , Only to fright us at the gate . But I did enter , and enjoy What happy lovers prove , For I ...
... crown our pain , Could we the fortress win , The happy lover sure should gain A paradise within . I thought love's plagues like dragons sate , Only to fright us at the gate . But I did enter , and enjoy What happy lovers prove , For I ...
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Amoret appears beauty Ben Jonson bright Carew Castara century Charles Charles Cotton charming Clorinda conceit Cowley Crashaw crown Dean Prior dear death delight devotional Donne Donne's dost doth earth edition EDMUND WALLER Elizabethan Lyrics English eyes face fair fate flame flowers glory grace Grosart hast hath heart heaven Herbert Herrick Hesperides JAMES SHIRLEY Jasper Mayne JOHN DRYDEN JOHN MILTON Jonson King kiss Lady light literature live Lord Love's lover Milton mistress night passion Pattison Phyllis play poem poetical poetry poets praise prose Quarles Queen reads reign RICHARD CRASHAW ROBERT HERRICK rose Sandys shade Shakespeare sing smile SONG sonnet soul Spenser spring stanza stars stay sweet baby sleep tears thee thine things Thomas Carew THOMAS FLATMAN thou thought Thyrsis unto Vaughan verse Waller whilst WILLIAM HABINGTON wings Wit's Recreations Wither word written youth ΙΟ
Popular passages
Page 169 - Dear, beauteous death; the Jewel of the Just! Shining nowhere but in the dark; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark!
Page 80 - You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Page 134 - WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Page 22 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Page 217 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
Page 159 - Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life.
Page 218 - Grand Chorus As from the power of sacred lays The spheres began to move, And sung the great Creator's praise To all the Blest above; So, when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky.
Page 21 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 12 - Come, let us go while we are in our prime, And take the harmless folly of the time We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun; And as a vapour or a drop of rain Once lost, can ne'er be found again; So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night.
Page 23 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even...