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My mind to me a kingdom is.
My Mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun..
My Muse may well grudge at my heavenly joy
My silks and fine array
My thoughts are wing'd with hope, my hopes with love.
My true Love hath my heart and I have his.....
No more, no more of this I vow!
Not, Celia! that I juster am..
Not marble, nor the gilded.
Now that the Spring hath fill'd our veins.
O Fair! O Sweet! when I do look on thee.
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw
Of your trouble, Ben! to ease me
O gentle Love! ungentle for thy deed..
O Hand! of all hands living..
O, how thy worth with manners may I sing..
O joy too high for my low style to show!..
O Mary! at thy window be!......
O Mistress mine! where are you roaming?
O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
O Night! O jealous Night! repugnant to my measures.
O, no more, no more! too late..
Orpheus with his lute made trees.
O, saw ye bonnie Lesley
O, sing unto my roundelay!.
O thou that swing'st upon the waving..
Out upon it! I have loved
O, waly! waly! up the bank.
O, what a pain is love!.......
O, whistle! and I'll come to you, my Lad!.
Pack, clouds! away, and welcome, day!.
Pan's Syrinx was a girl indeed.
Passion may my judgment blear
Phoebus, rich father of eternal light.
Piping down the valleys wild
Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair! ....
Reach with your whiter hands to me
Ring out your bells! let mourning shows be spread!
Rise, Lady Mistress! rise!......................
Roses, their sharp spines being gone..
See the chariot at hand here of Love
See! with what simplicity..
Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green
Shake off your heavy trance!
Shall I, hopeless, then pursue
Shall I tell you whom I love?.....
Shall I, wasting in despair......
Shut not so soon! the dull-eyed Night.
Sigh no more, Ladies! sigh no more.
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part!.
Sith gone is my delight and only pleasure...
Slow, slow, fresh fount! keep time with my salt tears.
Sometimes I wish that I his pillow were
So shoots a Star as doth my Mistress glide.
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king.
Stay, O sweet! and do not rise!....
Stay, Phoebus! stay!.
Steer, hither steer your winged pines...
Still to be neat, still to be dress'd ...
Sweet Rose of virtue and of gentleness!
Take, O take those lips away.
Tell me not of a face that's fair
Tell me not Time hath play'd the thief.
The chief perfections of both sexes join'd..
The doubt which ye misdeem, fair Love! is vain
The faery beam upon you!.......
The flower of virgins in her prime of years
The forward violet thus did I chide
These as they change, Almighty Father! these..
The Yellow-hair'd Laddie sat down on yon brae.
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
Toll for the Brave!
To me, whom in their lays the shepherds call.
Trust not, sweet Soul! those curled waves of gold
Underneath this marble stone
Under the greenwood tree
Unto the boundless ocean of thy beauty
Vane! young in years, but in sage counsel old
Wee, modest, crimson-tipped Flower!..
Wee, sleekit, cowerin', timorous Beastie !.
What constitutes a State?..
What is Love but the desire....
What is the cause when I elsewhere resort
When icicles hang by the wall.
When in the chronicle of wasted time...
When I was fair and young, and favour graced me
When Music, heavenly maid, was young..
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
When whispering strains do softly steal
Where the bee sucks, there lurk I
Whether on Ida's shady brow
Whoe'er she be.....
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm
Who is the honest man?
Why came I so untimely forth.
Why covet I thy blessed eyes to see
Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon!.
Ye living lamps, by whose dear light..
Yet once more, O ye laurels! and once more