Poetry of the English Renaissance, 1509-1660 |
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Once did I sonnet to my saint , My soul in number moved , Once did I tell a thousand lies , Once by my carving true love's And then in truth I loved . knot , The weeping trees did prove Once in my ear did dangling hang That wounds and ...
Once did I sonnet to my saint , My soul in number moved , Once did I tell a thousand lies , Once by my carving true love's And then in truth I loved . knot , The weeping trees did prove Once in my ear did dangling hang That wounds and ...
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The pious soul by night Is like a clouded star whose beams , though said To shed their light Under some cloud , Yet are above , And shine and move Beyond that misty shroud . So in my bed , That curtained grave , though sleep like ashes ...
The pious soul by night Is like a clouded star whose beams , though said To shed their light Under some cloud , Yet are above , And shine and move Beyond that misty shroud . So in my bed , That curtained grave , though sleep like ashes ...
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No passion there in my free breast should move , None but the sweet and best of passions , love . There while I sing , if gentle love be by , That tunes my lute and winds the strings so high , With the sweet sound of Sacharissa's name ...
No passion there in my free breast should move , None but the sweet and best of passions , love . There while I sing , if gentle love be by , That tunes my lute and winds the strings so high , With the sweet sound of Sacharissa's name ...
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