Poetry of the English Renaissance, 1509-1660 |
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10 Sweet night , withhold thy beams , withhold them till to - morrow , Whose joys , in lack so long , a hell of torments breeds ; Sweet night , sweet gentle night , do not prolong my sorrow , Desire is guide to me , and love no lode ...
10 Sweet night , withhold thy beams , withhold them till to - morrow , Whose joys , in lack so long , a hell of torments breeds ; Sweet night , sweet gentle night , do not prolong my sorrow , Desire is guide to me , and love no lode ...
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10 Dear , why should you command me to my rest , When now the night doth summon all to sleep ? Methinks this time becometh lovers best ; Night was ordained together friends to keep .
10 Dear , why should you command me to my rest , When now the night doth summon all to sleep ? Methinks this time becometh lovers best ; Night was ordained together friends to keep .
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30 Dear night ! this world's defeat ; The stop to busy fools ; care's check and curb ; The day of spirits ; my soul's calm retreat Which none disturb ; Christ's progress , and his prayer time ; The hours to which high heaven doth chime ...
30 Dear night ! this world's defeat ; The stop to busy fools ; care's check and curb ; The day of spirits ; my soul's calm retreat Which none disturb ; Christ's progress , and his prayer time ; The hours to which high heaven doth chime ...
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SIR THOMAS MORE | 9 |
GEORCE GASCOIGNE | 99 |
SIR Philip SIDNEY | 105 |
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