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... thee rash and heedlesse of thy selfe , To trouble my still seate , and heapes of pretious pelfe . VIII . " God of the world and worldlings I me call , Great Mammon , greatest god below the skye , That of my plenty poure out unto all ...
... thee rash and heedlesse of thy selfe , To trouble my still seate , and heapes of pretious pelfe . VIII . " God of the world and worldlings I me call , Great Mammon , greatest god below the skye , That of my plenty poure out unto all ...
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... thee meet , It can purvay in twinckling of an eye ; And crownes and kingdomes to thee multiply . Doe not I kings create , and throw the crowne Sometimes to him that low in dust doth ly , And him that raignd into his rowme thrust downe ...
... thee meet , It can purvay in twinckling of an eye ; And crownes and kingdomes to thee multiply . Doe not I kings create , and throw the crowne Sometimes to him that low in dust doth ly , And him that raignd into his rowme thrust downe ...
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... thee , and be thy love . But time drives flocks from field to fold , When rivers rage and rocks grow cold ; And Philomel becometh dumb , The rest complains of cares to come . The flowers do fade , and wanton fields To wayward winter ...
... thee , and be thy love . But time drives flocks from field to fold , When rivers rage and rocks grow cold ; And Philomel becometh dumb , The rest complains of cares to come . The flowers do fade , and wanton fields To wayward winter ...
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... thee and be thy love . Ben Jonson 1573-1637 TO THE MEMORY OF MY BELOVED MASTER WILLIAM SHAKS- PEARE , AND WHAT HE ... thee by Chaucer , or Spenser , or bid Beaumont lie A little further , to make thee a room : Thou art a monument without ...
... thee and be thy love . Ben Jonson 1573-1637 TO THE MEMORY OF MY BELOVED MASTER WILLIAM SHAKS- PEARE , AND WHAT HE ... thee by Chaucer , or Spenser , or bid Beaumont lie A little further , to make thee a room : Thou art a monument without ...
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... thee so my brain excuses , - I mean with great but disproportioned Muses ; For if I thought my judgment were of years , I should commit thee surely with thy peers , And tell how far thou didst our Lyly outshine , Or sporting Kyd , or ...
... thee so my brain excuses , - I mean with great but disproportioned Muses ; For if I thought my judgment were of years , I should commit thee surely with thy peers , And tell how far thou didst our Lyly outshine , Or sporting Kyd , or ...
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Page 80 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 320 - Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Page 397 - We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Page 358 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Page 296 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense....
Page 418 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me ! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark ; For tho...
Page 131 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along. With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 322 - The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Page 221 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn...
Page 82 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of...