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...peerless eyes. She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die ; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning...her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung. SLEEP AND POETRY. As I lay in my bed slepe full unmete Was unto me, but why that I ne might Rest I...

...peerless eyes. She dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu ; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning...shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine ; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And...

...is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the hee-mouth sips : Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovrnn shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can hurst Joy's gmpe against his...