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... To model forth the passions of the morrow ; Never let rising Sun approve you liars , To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow : Still let me sleep , embracing clouds in vain , And never wake to feel the day's disdain .
... To model forth the passions of the morrow ; Never let rising Sun approve you liars , To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow : Still let me sleep , embracing clouds in vain , And never wake to feel the day's disdain .
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Sure , if that long - with - love - acquainted eyes Can judge of love , thou feel'st a lover's case , I read it in thy looks ; thy languish'd grace , To me , that feel the like , thy state descries . Then , e'en of fellowship ...
Sure , if that long - with - love - acquainted eyes Can judge of love , thou feel'st a lover's case , I read it in thy looks ; thy languish'd grace , To me , that feel the like , thy state descries . Then , e'en of fellowship ...
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You talk of wondrous things you see , You say the sun shines bright ; I feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me ' twere always ...
You talk of wondrous things you see , You say the sun shines bright ; I feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me ' twere always ...
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As thy softest limbs I feel , Smiles as of the morning steal O'er thy cheek , and o'er thy breast Where thy little heart doth rest . Oh the cunning wiles that creep In thy little heart asleep ! When thy little heart doth wake , Then the ...
As thy softest limbs I feel , Smiles as of the morning steal O'er thy cheek , and o'er thy breast Where thy little heart doth rest . Oh the cunning wiles that creep In thy little heart asleep ! When thy little heart doth wake , Then the ...
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Ah fields beloved in vain ! Where once my careless childhood stray'd , A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow , As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe ...
Ah fields beloved in vain ! Where once my careless childhood stray'd , A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow , As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe ...
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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