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... The ploughman from the sun his season takes ; But still the lover wonders what
they are , Who look for day before his mistress wakes . Awake , awake , break
through your vails of lawn ! Then draw your curtains , and begin the MADRIGAL .
... The ploughman from the sun his season takes ; But still the lover wonders what
they are , Who look for day before his mistress wakes . Awake , awake , break
through your vails of lawn ! Then draw your curtains , and begin the MADRIGAL .
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I straight will whisper in your ears , The sweets of love are washt with tears : Ask
me why this flow ' r doth shew So yellow , green , and sickly too ; Ask me why the
stalk is weak And bending , yet it doth not break ? I must tell you , these discover
...
I straight will whisper in your ears , The sweets of love are washt with tears : Ask
me why this flow ' r doth shew So yellow , green , and sickly too ; Ask me why the
stalk is weak And bending , yet it doth not break ? I must tell you , these discover
...
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... love in wintry age the same That first in youth we lov ' d ; To feel that we adore
With such refined excess , That though the heart would break with more , We
could not live with less ;This is Love - faithful Love , Such as saints might feel
above .
... love in wintry age the same That first in youth we lov ' d ; To feel that we adore
With such refined excess , That though the heart would break with more , We
could not live with less ;This is Love - faithful Love , Such as saints might feel
above .
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Thy gowns , thy shoes , thy beds of roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies ,
Soon break , soon wither , soon forgotten , In folly ripe - in reason rotten . Thy belt
of straw and ivy buds , Thy coral clasps and amber studs ; All these in me no ...
Thy gowns , thy shoes , thy beds of roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies ,
Soon break , soon wither , soon forgotten , In folly ripe - in reason rotten . Thy belt
of straw and ivy buds , Thy coral clasps and amber studs ; All these in me no ...
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SONG , Take , oh ! take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworn ; And
those eyes , the break of day , Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses
bring again , Seals of love , but seald in vain ! Hide , oh ! hide those hills of snow
...
SONG , Take , oh ! take those lips away That so sweetly were forsworn ; And
those eyes , the break of day , Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses
bring again , Seals of love , but seald in vain ! Hide , oh ! hide those hills of snow
...
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Seite 55 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, 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.
Seite 25 - 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.
Seite 37 - These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day ; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale, when May is past ; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars 'light That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become, as in their sphere. Ask me no more if east or west The...
Seite 75 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Seite 38 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Seite 58 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast...
Seite 47 - On a Girdle That which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer: My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair! Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round!
Seite 55 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, 10 A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Seite 36 - THE fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
Seite 20 - Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements