The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language |
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This is the morn should bring unto this grove My Love , to hear and recompense my love . Fair King , who all preserves , But show thy blushing beams , And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see than those which by Penéus ' streams Did once thy ...
This is the morn should bring unto this grove My Love , to hear and recompense my love . Fair King , who all preserves , But show thy blushing beams , And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see than those which by Penéus ' streams Did once thy ...
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... depart As from my soul , which in thy breast doth lie ; That is my home of love ; if I have ranged , Like him that travels , I return again , Just to the time , not with the time exchanged , So that myself bring water for my stain .
... depart As from my soul , which in thy breast doth lie ; That is my home of love ; if I have ranged , Like him that travels , I return again , Just to the time , not with the time exchanged , So that myself bring water for my stain .
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Sir P. Sidney XLVIII FRUSTRA Take , O 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 , Bring again- Seals of love , but seal'd in vain ...
Sir P. Sidney XLVIII FRUSTRA Take , O 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 , Bring again- Seals of love , but seal'd in vain ...
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R. Greene LXI A LAMENT My thoughts hold mortal strife ; I do detest my life , And with lamenting cries Peace to my soul to bring Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize : -But he , grim grinning King , Who caitiffs scorns ...
R. Greene LXI A LAMENT My thoughts hold mortal strife ; I do detest my life , And with lamenting cries Peace to my soul to bring Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize : -But he , grim grinning King , Who caitiffs scorns ...
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R. Devereux , Earl of Essex LXXXIV SAINT JOHN BAPTIST The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King Girt with rough skins , hies to the deserts wild , Among that savage brood the woods forth bring , Which he more harmless found than man ...
R. Devereux , Earl of Essex LXXXIV SAINT JOHN BAPTIST The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King Girt with rough skins , hies to the deserts wild , Among that savage brood the woods forth bring , Which he more harmless found than man ...
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