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... Look Home THOMAS WATSON The Nymphs to their May Queen ( from England's Helicon ) Sonnet EDMUND SPENSER Fairy Queen , Book I. Canto III . Canto V. " 2 Book II . Canto VI . V Page • 160 • 161 · • 162 • 164 • 165 166 · ib . · 167 · 168 177 ...
... Look Home THOMAS WATSON The Nymphs to their May Queen ( from England's Helicon ) Sonnet EDMUND SPENSER Fairy Queen , Book I. Canto III . Canto V. " 2 Book II . Canto VI . V Page • 160 • 161 · • 162 • 164 • 165 166 · ib . · 167 · 168 177 ...
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... look it did me good . XII . Now was there made fast by the touris wall A garden fair ; and in the corners set 3 An herbere green ; with wandis long and small 1 Against . 2 Haste . > Herbary , or garden of simples . Railed about and so ...
... look it did me good . XII . Now was there made fast by the touris wall A garden fair ; and in the corners set 3 An herbere green ; with wandis long and small 1 Against . 2 Haste . > Herbary , or garden of simples . Railed about and so ...
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... looks so would I that it should Speak without words , such words as none can tell ; The tress also should be of crisped gold .. With wit and these , might chance I might be tied , And knit again the knot that should not slide . OF HIS ...
... looks so would I that it should Speak without words , such words as none can tell ; The tress also should be of crisped gold .. With wit and these , might chance I might be tied , And knit again the knot that should not slide . OF HIS ...
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... looks that tigers could but rue , When each of us did plead the other's right . The palm play ' , where dèsported for the game , With dazed eyes oft we , by gleams of love , Have miss'd the ball , and got sight of our dame , To bait her ...
... looks that tigers could but rue , When each of us did plead the other's right . The palm play ' , where dèsported for the game , With dazed eyes oft we , by gleams of love , Have miss'd the ball , and got sight of our dame , To bait her ...
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... looks aloft , and laughs to scorn all such as griefs annoy , The more extreme their passions be , the greater is his joy ; Thus Love , as victor of the field , triumphs above the rest , And joys to see his subjects lie with living death ...
... looks aloft , and laughs to scorn all such as griefs annoy , The more extreme their passions be , the greater is his joy ; Thus Love , as victor of the field , triumphs above the rest , And joys to see his subjects lie with living death ...
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Page 283 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 160 - Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 111 - Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet ! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan The suit, the service none tell can ; Forget not yet ! Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong...
Page 122 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Page 235 - With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin : All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall, alas ! become of me...
Page 340 - So high in thoughts as I : You left a kiss Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep From you for ever. I did hear you talk Far above singing ! After you were gone, I grew acquainted with my heart, and search'd What stirr'd it so : Alas ! I found it love ; Yet far from lust ; for could I but have lived In presence of you, I had had my end.
Page 219 - Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust ; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Page 283 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Page 20 - And bathed every veyne in swich licour. Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes...
Page 283 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves.