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ABRAHAM COWLEY Anne Boleyn behold birds blush breast breath bright Castara chaste cheeks cruel daughter dear death delight desire disdain Donne dost doth Duke earth EDMUND SPENSER eyes face fair Falero favour fear Ferrara flame flowers FRANCESCO PETRARCH gentle give glory grace grief hair happy hast hath hear heaven honour hope JOHN DONNE JONATHAN SWIFT kiss lady Laura leave Leonora lero light lips live look Lord love thee Love's lover maid marriage married Mary MICHAEL DRAYTON mind mistress morning ne'er never night nymph o'er pain passion pity poems poet praise Queen RICHARD LOVELACE ROBERT HERRICK rose SAMUEL DANIEL scorn shine sighs sing smile SONG sonnets sorrow soul spring stars Stella sweet Swift Tasso tears tell thine thought TORQUATO TASSO unto verse vows weep whilst wife WILLIAM HABINGTON wind wrote youth
Seite 75 - Since there's no help. come let us kiss and part: Nay. I have done: you get no more of me. And I am glad. yea. glad with all my heart. That thus so cleanly I myself can free: Shake hands for ever. cancel all our vows. And when we meet at any time again. Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Seite 116 - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Seite 472 - Would she were mine, and I to-day, Like her, a harvester of hay : "No doubtful balance of rights and wrongs, Nor weary lawyers with endless tongues, " But low of cattle and song of birds, And health and quiet and loving words.
Seite 97 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress...
Seite 420 - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
Seite 222 - When Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates. And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fetter'd to her eye. The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Seite 323 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Seite 223 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Seite 95 - How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...