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... souls now thorn , Which free before from those , No earthly passion pain'd . War and war's bitter cheer Now long time with us stay , And fear of hated foe Still still encreaseth sore . Our harms worse daily grow : Less yesterday they ...
... souls now thorn , Which free before from those , No earthly passion pain'd . War and war's bitter cheer Now long time with us stay , And fear of hated foe Still still encreaseth sore . Our harms worse daily grow : Less yesterday they ...
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... soul in peace , so lamps are spent , As the oil fails which gave them nourishment ; In sum , her countenance you still might know The same it was , not pale , but white as snow Which on the tops of hills in gentle flakes Falls in a calm ...
... soul in peace , so lamps are spent , As the oil fails which gave them nourishment ; In sum , her countenance you still might know The same it was , not pale , but white as snow Which on the tops of hills in gentle flakes Falls in a calm ...
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... are pleasure's slave . 10 . By long use our souls will cleave To the earth ; then it we leave ; Then will cruel death bereave , All the joys that we receive . 11 . Thence they go to hellish flame , Ever QUEEN OF BOHEMIA . 69.
... are pleasure's slave . 10 . By long use our souls will cleave To the earth ; then it we leave ; Then will cruel death bereave , All the joys that we receive . 11 . Thence they go to hellish flame , Ever QUEEN OF BOHEMIA . 69.
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... soul will fully swell . 16 . Are these things indeed even so ? Do I certainly them know , And am I so much my foe , To remain yet dull and slow ? 17 . Doth not that surpassing joy , Ever freed from all annoy , Me inflame ? and quite ...
... soul will fully swell . 16 . Are these things indeed even so ? Do I certainly them know , And am I so much my foe , To remain yet dull and slow ? 17 . Doth not that surpassing joy , Ever freed from all annoy , Me inflame ? and quite ...
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... And with joy I end my race . 26 . This is only my desire , This doth set my heart on fire , That I might receive my hire , With the saints ' and angels ' quire . 27 . O my soul of heavenly birth , Do QUEEN OF BOHEMIA . 73.
... And with joy I end my race . 26 . This is only my desire , This doth set my heart on fire , That I might receive my hire , With the saints ' and angels ' quire . 27 . O my soul of heavenly birth , Do QUEEN OF BOHEMIA . 73.
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ALICIA D'ANVERS ANNA HUME ANNA SEWARD Anne Askewe APHRA BEHN Astrea Auld Robin Gray authoress beam beauty beneath blest bloom Born bower breast breath bright brow Charlotte Smith charms cheek cheerful crown'd daughter dear death delight died divine dost doth drest eyes fair fate fear flame flowers fond gale gentle gloom glow grace green grief groves hast hear heart heaven honour hope hour lady light Lord lov'd maid mind morning mournful Muse ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pale passion pleas'd pleasure poems queen rise rose round roving mind Saint Monica scorn shade shew shine sigh silent sing smile soft SONG SONNET sorrow soul Spring stream sweet swelling tears tender thee THENOT thou thought thro trembling Twas verse vex'd voice wandering wave Whilst wife wild wind wing wyll youth
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Page 370 - I'm no like to dee ; For O, I am but young to cry out, Woe is me ! I gang like a ghaist, and I carena much to spin ; I darena think o' Jamie, for that wad be a sin.
Page 429 - Yet more, the Depths have more! — What wealth untold Far down, and shining through their stillness lies! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies. — Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful Main!
Page 372 - Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play; But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie— The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away. Dool and wae for the order sent our lads to the Border ! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day; The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost, The prime of our land, lie cauld in the clay.
Page 377 - Since trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs...
Page 264 - THE gorse is yellow on the heath, The banks with speedwell flowers are gay, The oaks are budding, and beneath The hawthorn soon will bear the wreath, The silver wreath of May. The welcome guest of settled spring...
Page 138 - When thro' the Gloom more venerable shows Some ancient Fabric, awful in Repose, While Sunburnt Hills their swarthy Looks conceal, And swelling Haycocks thicken up the Vale : When the loos'd Horse now, as his Pasture leads, Comes slowly grazing thro...
Page 30 - The fairest action of our human life Is -scorning to revenge an injury; For who forgives without a further strife, His adversary's heart to him doth tie. And 'tis a firmer conquest truly said, To win the heart, than overthrow the head.
Page 17 - The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy, And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy. For falsehood now doth flow, and subject faith doth ebb, Which would not be if reason ruled or wisdom weaved the web.
Page 19 - My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it; Stands and lies by me, does what I have done, This too familiar care does make me rue it.
Page 369 - Gray came a-courtin' me. My father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin; I toil'd day and night, but their bread I couldna win; Auld Rob maintain'd them baith, and wi' tears in his e'e Said, 'Jennie, for their sakes, O, marry me!