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Shakespeare XVII THE UNCHANGEABLE O never say that I was false of heart , Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify : As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul , which in thy breast doth lie ; That is my home of love ; if I ...
Shakespeare XVII THE UNCHANGEABLE O never say that I was false of heart , Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify : As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul , which in thy breast doth lie ; That is my home of love ; if I ...
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... of thy breast And thy relenting heart would kindly warm . O if thy pride did not our joys controul , What world of loving wonders should'st thou see ! For if I saw thee once transform'd in me , Then in thy bosom I would pour my soul ...
... of thy breast And thy relenting heart would kindly warm . O if thy pride did not our joys controul , What world of loving wonders should'st thou see ! For if I saw thee once transform'd in me , Then in thy bosom I would pour my soul ...
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So long as I was in your sight I was your heart , your soul , and treasure ; And evermore you sobb'd and sigh'd Burning in flames beyond all measure : -Three days endured your love to me , And it was lost in other three !
So long as I was in your sight I was your heart , your soul , and treasure ; And evermore you sobb'd and sigh'd Burning in flames beyond all measure : -Three days endured your love to me , And it was lost in other three !
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LVII A SWEET LULLABY Come little babe , come silly soul , Thy father's shame , thy mother's grief , Born as I doubt to all our dole , And to thy self unhappy chief : Sing Lullaby and lap it warm , Poor soul that thinks no creature harm ...
LVII A SWEET LULLABY Come little babe , come silly soul , Thy father's shame , thy mother's grief , Born as I doubt to all our dole , And to thy self unhappy chief : Sing Lullaby and lap it warm , Poor soul that thinks no creature harm ...
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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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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