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... fire ! So all my morn , and ev'ning stars from you Have their existence , and their influence too . Full is my book of glories , but all these By you become immortal substances . * Afterwards King Charles the Second . SELECT POEMS , & c ...
... fire ! So all my morn , and ev'ning stars from you Have their existence , and their influence too . Full is my book of glories , but all these By you become immortal substances . * Afterwards King Charles the Second . SELECT POEMS , & c ...
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... fire ; And the brisk mouse may feast herself with crumbs , Till that the green - ey'd kitling comes ; Then to her cabin , blest she can escape The sudden danger of a rape . And thus thy little well - kept stock doth prove Wealth cannot ...
... fire ; And the brisk mouse may feast herself with crumbs , Till that the green - ey'd kitling comes ; Then to her cabin , blest she can escape The sudden danger of a rape . And thus thy little well - kept stock doth prove Wealth cannot ...
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... fire go out By ling'ring thus in doubt ; But learn , that time once lost Is ne'er redeem'd by cost . Then away come , Hymen ; guide To the bed the bashful bride ! * * These precious , pearly , purling tears But spring from ceremonious ...
... fire go out By ling'ring thus in doubt ; But learn , that time once lost Is ne'er redeem'd by cost . Then away come , Hymen ; guide To the bed the bashful bride ! * * These precious , pearly , purling tears But spring from ceremonious ...
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... fire is By Ornith's son , young Calais ; For whose commutual flames here I , To save his life , twice am content to die . Hor . Say , our first loves we should revoke ; And , sever'd , join in brazen yoke ; Admit I Chloe put away , And ...
... fire is By Ornith's son , young Calais ; For whose commutual flames here I , To save his life , twice am content to die . Hor . Say , our first loves we should revoke ; And , sever'd , join in brazen yoke ; Admit I Chloe put away , And ...
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... fire : And , as I prune my feather'd youth , so I Do marv'l how I could die , When I had thee , my chief preserver , by . I'm up , I'm up , and bless that hand , Which makes me stand Now as I do ; and but for thee , I must confess , I ...
... fire : And , as I prune my feather'd youth , so I Do marv'l how I could die , When I had thee , my chief preserver , by . I'm up , I'm up , and bless that hand , Which makes me stand Now as I do ; and but for thee , I must confess , I ...
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Page 134 - TO BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile, To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
Page 44 - Come, my Corinna, come ; and, coming, mark How each field turns a street, each street a park Made green, and trimm'd with trees ; see how Devotion gives each house a bough, Or branch ; each porch, each door, ere this, An ark, a tabernacle is Made up of whitethorn neatly interwove, As if here were those cooler shades of love.
Page 95 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd 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 45 - And some have wept, and woo'd, and plighted troth, And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth : Many a green-gown has been given ; Many a kiss, both odd and even : Many a glance, too, has been sent From out the eye, love's firmament : Many a jest told of the keys betraying This night, and locks pick'd : — yet we're not a Maying.
Page 44 - To come forth like the spring-time fresh and green, And sweet as Flora. Take no care For jewels for your gown or hair : Fear not ; the leaves will strew Gems in abundance upon you : Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some orient pearls unwept.
Page 160 - Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee, And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
Page 81 - To MEADOWS. Ye have been fresh and green, Ye have been fill'd with flowers ; And ye the walks have been Where maids have spent their hours. You have beheld how they With wicker arks did come, To kiss and bear away The richer cowslips home.
Page 15 - Ribbons to flow confusedly: A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous petticoat: A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility: Do more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part.
Page 73 - About the cart hear how the rout Of rural younglings raise the shout, Pressing before, some coming after, Those with a shout, and these with laughter. Some bless the cart, some kiss the sheaves, Some prank them up with oaken leaves...
Page 81 - E'en death to die for thee. Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The very eyes of me: And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee.