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... glorious queen , whose pregnant wombe Brings forth a kingdome with her first - borne Sonne , Marke but the subjects joyfull hearts and eyes : Some offer gold , and others sacrifice ; This slayes a lambe , that , not so rich as hee ...
... glorious queen , whose pregnant wombe Brings forth a kingdome with her first - borne Sonne , Marke but the subjects joyfull hearts and eyes : Some offer gold , and others sacrifice ; This slayes a lambe , that , not so rich as hee ...
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... The spices of the East . III So from the glorious Sunne Who to his height hath got , With what delight we runne To some black cave or grot ! And , heav'nly Sydney you Twice read , had rather [ 30 ] THE POEMS OF A Paradox.
... The spices of the East . III So from the glorious Sunne Who to his height hath got , With what delight we runne To some black cave or grot ! And , heav'nly Sydney you Twice read , had rather [ 30 ] THE POEMS OF A Paradox.
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... gloriously show'd it ; And for a morning - cushionet On's mother he bestow'd it . VI Each day , with her small brazen stings , A thousand times she rac'd it ; But then at night , bright with her gemmes , Once neere her breast she plac'd ...
... gloriously show'd it ; And for a morning - cushionet On's mother he bestow'd it . VI Each day , with her small brazen stings , A thousand times she rac'd it ; But then at night , bright with her gemmes , Once neere her breast she plac'd ...
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... glorious light Of both those stars , which of their spheres bereft , Only the gellie's left . Then changed thus , no more I'm bound to you , Then swearing to a saint that proves untrue . LUCASTA WEEPING SONG SET BY MR . JOHN LANEERE ...
... glorious light Of both those stars , which of their spheres bereft , Only the gellie's left . Then changed thus , no more I'm bound to you , Then swearing to a saint that proves untrue . LUCASTA WEEPING SONG SET BY MR . JOHN LANEERE ...
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... of th ' abysse . XIV Oh , from thy glorious starry waine Dispense on me one sacred beame , To light me where I soone may see How to serve you , and you trust me ! LUCASTA'S FANNE WITH A LOOKING - GLASSE IN IT I [ 52 ] THE POEMS OF.
... of th ' abysse . XIV Oh , from thy glorious starry waine Dispense on me one sacred beame , To light me where I soone may see How to serve you , and you trust me ! LUCASTA'S FANNE WITH A LOOKING - GLASSE IN IT I [ 52 ] THE POEMS OF.
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Términos y frases comunes
agen Alexis Amarantha Amor Amyn Amyntor APOSTACY armes ayre bayes beames beauty blest blush brave breast breath bright CHARLES COTTON chaste chidden Chloris crown'd crowne dare death divine dombe doth e're earth ELLINDA eternall ev'n ev'ry eyes faire fate feare fire fixt flame flye flying steps gentle glorious glory griefe happy Haste hath heare heart heav'n HENRY LAWES holy rape honour imbrace joyes kisse LADY light live lov'd love's cruelties Lovers Lucasta musick neere night noble nymph o're pity POEMS pow'r PRISON SONG Queen ravish RICHARD LOVELACE sacred saint selfe shal shine sing smiles soft SONG SET sorrow soule sphere star stead stil straight Sunne swaine sweet teare thee thine thought tombe torch triumph twas unto Virgins voyce wanton weep Whilst WILLIAM LAWES winde winding sheet wings wombe wound you'l
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Página xiv - Yet great labour directed by great abilities is never wholly lost: if they frequently threw away their wit upon false conceits, they likewise sometimes struck out unexpected truth: if their conceits were far-fetched, they were often worth the carriage. To write on their plan it was at least necessary to read and think.
Página 138 - Prison When Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates. And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fetter'd to her eye. The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Página 29 - TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.
Página 114 - And stick there everlasting day. Thus richer than untempted kings are we, That asking nothing, nothing need : Though lord of all what seas embrace, yet he That wants himself, is poor indeed.
Página 139 - The sweetnes, mercy, majesty, And glories of my King. When I shall voyce aloud, how good He is, how great should be, Inlarged winds, that curie the flood, Know no such liberty.
Página 139 - Stone Walls doe not a Prison make, Nor I'ron bars a Cage; Mindes innocent and quiet take That for an Hermitage; If I have freedome in my Love, And in my soule am free; Angels alone that sore above, Injoy such liberty.
Página 27 - To Lucasta, Going Beyond the Seas IF to be absent were to be Away from thee; Or that when I am gone You or I were alone ; Then, my Lucasta, might I crave Pity from blustering wind, or swallowing wave. But...
Página 98 - The floor lay pav'd with broken hearts. So did she move ; so did she sing Like the Harmonious spheres that bring Unto their Rounds their music's aid; Which she performed such a way, As all th' inamoured world will say The Graces danced, and Apollo play'd.
Página 114 - Thou best of men and friends! we will create A genuine summer in each other's breast; And spite of this cold time and frozen fate Thaw us a warm seat to our rest. Our sacred hearths shall burn eternally As vestal flames, the North-wind, he Shall strike his frost-stretched wings, dissolve and fly This Etna in epitome. Dropping December shall come weeping in, Bewail th...
Página 122 - See! what a clouded majesty! and eyes Whose glory through their mist doth brighter rise! See! what an humble bravery doth shine, And grief triumphant breaking through each line! How it commands the face! so sweet a scorn Never did happy misery adorn! So sacred a contempt! that others show To this, (o...