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beare begin birth blessing bread bring Chor Christ clean comes comfort confesse crosse crowne dead death do's doth draw drink eare eyes fall fate feare fire fits fortune FRIEND gift give glory GODS grace grow hand hast hath heare heart heaven hence holy honour hope I'le jemme Julia keep kings kisse known late leave lesse live look Lord maids meane meat never night numbers once play poore praise present prince rest rich roses seen shalt shew sho'd sing sleep soule speake Spirit spring stand stone suffer sweet teares tell thee thine things thou thou art thou dost Three unto verse weep wife wine wo'd write
Страница 217 - Which of thy kindness thou hast sent; And my content Makes those, and my beloved beet, To be more sweet.
Страница 31 - To Electra. I DARE not ask a kiss, I dare not beg a smile ; Lest having that or this, I might grow proud the while. No, no, the utmost share Of my desire shall be Only to kiss that air That lately kissed thee.
Страница 8 - Then let not the dark thee cumber; What though the moon does slumber, The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number. "Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me: And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, My soul I'll pour into thee.
Страница 78 - WHENAS in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes! Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free, — O how that glittering taketh me ! Robert Herrick 121.
Страница 8 - Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee, And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
Страница 217 - Lord, thou hast given me a cell Wherein to dwell ; A little house, whose humble roof Is weather-proof...
Страница 81 - Come, bring with a noise, My merry, merry boys, The Christmas log to the firing ; While my good dame, she Bids ye all be free, And drink to your hearts
Страница 124 - AH, Ben ! Say how or when Shall we, thy guests, Meet at those lyric feasts Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ; Where we such clusters had As made us nobly wild, not mad ? And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.