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W. Shakespeare VI 2 Since brass , nor stone , nor earth , nor boundless sea , But sad mortality o'ersways their power , How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea , Whose action is no stronger than a flower ? O how shall summer's honey ...
W. Shakespeare VI 2 Since brass , nor stone , nor earth , nor boundless sea , But sad mortality o'ersways their power , How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea , Whose action is no stronger than a flower ? O how shall summer's honey ...
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Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising , Haply I think on Thee - and then my state , Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth , sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remember'd , such wealth brings ...
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising , Haply I think on Thee - and then my state , Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth , sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remember'd , such wealth brings ...
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Were you the earth , dear Love , and I the skies , My love should shine on you like to the sun , And look upon you with ten thousand eyes Till heaven wax'd blind , and till the world were done . Whereso'er I am , below , or else above ...
Were you the earth , dear Love , and I the skies , My love should shine on you like to the sun , And look upon you with ten thousand eyes Till heaven wax'd blind , and till the world were done . Whereso'er I am , below , or else above ...
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... Unto her rested sense a perfect waking , While late - bare earth , proud of new clothing , springeth , Sings out her woes , a thorn her song - book making ; And mournfully bewailing , Her throat in tunes expresseth What 28 Book.
... Unto her rested sense a perfect waking , While late - bare earth , proud of new clothing , springeth , Sings out her woes , a thorn her song - book making ; And mournfully bewailing , Her throat in tunes expresseth What 28 Book.
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O Philomela fair , O take some gladness , That here is juster cause of plaintful sadness : Thine earth now springs , mine fadeth ; Thy thorn without , my thorn my heart invadeth . Alas , she hath no other cause of anguish But Tereus ...
O Philomela fair , O take some gladness , That here is juster cause of plaintful sadness : Thine earth now springs , mine fadeth ; Thy thorn without , my thorn my heart invadeth . Alas , she hath no other cause of anguish But Tereus ...
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Arethuse beauty beneath birds bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair Fancy fear flowers frae FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE gentle glory golden Gray green H. F. Lyte happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill kiss leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron Love's Lycidas lyre LYRICAL maid mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poem Poetry poets rose round seem'd shade Shakespeare sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring star stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waly waly waves weep white-thorn wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth