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... grace ; She hathe in hande my wit , my wille , and alle . My hearte alone well worthy she doth stay , Without whose helpe scante doe I live a day . THE LOVER PERISHETH IN HIS DELIGHT AS THE FLY IN 4 SIR THOMAS WIAT .
... grace ; She hathe in hande my wit , my wille , and alle . My hearte alone well worthy she doth stay , Without whose helpe scante doe I live a day . THE LOVER PERISHETH IN HIS DELIGHT AS THE FLY IN 4 SIR THOMAS WIAT .
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... grace converteth straight to ire . And coward Love then to the heart apace Taketh his flighte ; whereas he lurks , and plains His purpose lost , and dare not shew his face . For my Love's guilt thus faultless bide I pains . Yet from my ...
... grace converteth straight to ire . And coward Love then to the heart apace Taketh his flighte ; whereas he lurks , and plains His purpose lost , and dare not shew his face . For my Love's guilt thus faultless bide I pains . Yet from my ...
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... grace To me , that feel the like , thy state descries . Then of fellowship , O Moon , tell me Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit ? Are beauties there as proud as here they be ? Do they above love to be loved , and yet Those ...
... grace To me , that feel the like , thy state descries . Then of fellowship , O Moon , tell me Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit ? Are beauties there as proud as here they be ? Do they above love to be loved , and yet Those ...
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... grace , thou shalt , in me , Livelier than elsewhere , Stella's image see . THE curious wits , seeing dull pensiveness Bewray itself in my long - settled eyes , Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise , With idle pains and missing ...
... grace , thou shalt , in me , Livelier than elsewhere , Stella's image see . THE curious wits , seeing dull pensiveness Bewray itself in my long - settled eyes , Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise , With idle pains and missing ...
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... grace . HAVING this day my horse , my hand , my lance , Guided so well , that I obtain'd the prize , Both by the judgement of the English eyes , And of some sent from that sweet enemy , France ; Horsemen , my skill in horsemanship ...
... grace . HAVING this day my horse , my hand , my lance , Guided so well , that I obtain'd the prize , Both by the judgement of the English eyes , And of some sent from that sweet enemy , France ; Horsemen , my skill in horsemanship ...
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beams beauteous beauty beauty's behold bird blest bliss born breast breath bright brow CASTARA charm clouds dark dear death delight dost doth EARL OF SURREY earth eternal eyes face fade fair fame fear flowers gentle glory grace green grief Guitton d'Arezzo hand happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly honour hope hour kiss Lady Anne Clifford life's light live lonely look Love's lyre marriage mind MONDEGO morn mourn Muse ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale peace Petrarch poet Poet Laureat praise racter rest round SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES scene scorn shade shine sigh sight silent sing Sir Philip Sidney Sith sleep smile soft song Sonnet sorrow soul spirit spring stars summer sunne Surry sweet tears thee thine thou art thought unto virtues voice wandering waves weary ween whilst Wiat wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wings youth
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Сторінка 61 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Сторінка 129 - How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Сторінка 66 - But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee...
Сторінка 56 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah ! yet...
Сторінка 62 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Сторінка 56 - The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour, which doth in it live. The canker blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses.
Сторінка 61 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Сторінка 58 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Сторінка 145 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain...
Сторінка 58 - When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night, When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd...