An Oxford Anthology of English PoetryHoward Foster Lowry, Willard Thorp |
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Page 267
... selfe , that am not worth The least indulgent thought thy pen drops forth ! At once thou mak'st me happie , and un- mak'st ; And giving largely to me , more thou tak'st . What fate is mine , that so it selfe bereaves ? What art is thine ...
... selfe , that am not worth The least indulgent thought thy pen drops forth ! At once thou mak'st me happie , and un- mak'st ; And giving largely to me , more thou tak'st . What fate is mine , that so it selfe bereaves ? What art is thine ...
Page 278
... selfe in jest Thus by fain'd deaths to dye ; Yesternight the sunne went hence , And yet is here to day , He hath no desire nor sense , Nor halfe so short a way ; Then feare not mee , But beleeve that I shall make Speedier journeyes ...
... selfe in jest Thus by fain'd deaths to dye ; Yesternight the sunne went hence , And yet is here to day , He hath no desire nor sense , Nor halfe so short a way ; Then feare not mee , But beleeve that I shall make Speedier journeyes ...
Page 310
... selfe , is its owne teare . Such a pearle as this is , ( Slipt from Aurora's dewy brest ) The rose bud's sweet lip kisses ; And such the rose its selfe when vext With ungentle flames , does shed , Sweating in too warme a bed . Such the ...
... selfe , is its owne teare . Such a pearle as this is , ( Slipt from Aurora's dewy brest ) The rose bud's sweet lip kisses ; And such the rose its selfe when vext With ungentle flames , does shed , Sweating in too warme a bed . Such the ...
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