Hence, all you vain delights

Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee

Honest lover whosoever

How delicious is the winning

How happy is he born and taught

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest
How sweet I roamed from field to field

If I freely can discover

If I had thought thou could'st have died
If love be life, I long to die

If Love his arrows shoot so fast

If thou wilt ease thine heart

If to be absent were to be

I got me flowers to strew thy way

I have had playmates, I have had companions

I love, and he loves me again

In a drear-nighted December

In going to my naked bed as one that would have slept

In the days of old

In time of yore when shepherds dwelt

I played with you 'mid cowslips blowing

I wandered lonely as a cloud

Lay a garland on my hearse

Life! I know not what thou art.

Like to Diana in her summer weed

Like to the falling of a star

Look not thou on beauty's charming .

Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band

Lord, thou hast given me a cell.

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Love is like a lamb, and love is like a lion.

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Margaret's beauteous-Grecian arts.
Men of England, wherefore plough
My days have been so wond'rous free
My mind to me a kingdom is

My silks and fine array

My soul, there is a country

My true love hath my heart, and I have his

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note

No! those days are gone away.

Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger

O blithe new-comer! I have heard

O'er the level plains, where mountains greet me as I go

Of all the girls that are so smart

O, fly my soul! What hangs upon

O goodly hand

O happy dames, that may embrace

Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom

Oh turn away those cruel eyes

Oh! what a pain is love.

O mistress mine! where are you roaming

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Queen and huntress, chaste and fair

Ring out your bells, let mourning shews be spread

See the chariot at hand here of Love.
Send home my long-strayed eyes to me
Shall I, wasting in despair.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
She is not fair to outward view
Shepherds all, and maidens fair.
She walks in beauty, like the night
She was a phantom of delight
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more
Since, Bacchus, thou art father.

Sing lullaby, as women do.

Still to be neat, still to be drest

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The glories of our blood and state

The lark now leaves his watery nest
The merchant, to secure his treasure.
The mountain sheep are sweeter
There be none of Beauty's daughters.
The sun is warm, the sky is clear
The sun upon the lake is low.

The twentieth year is well nigh past

The world's a bubble; and the life of man
They are all gone into the world of light
Though I be now a gray, gray friar

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We watched her breathing through the night

Weep with me all you that read.

What hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells

When first mine eyes did view and mark

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When I a verse shall make.

Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn

Where shall the lover rest

While that the sun with his beams hot
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm
Who is Silvia? what is she

Why so pale and wan, fond lover

Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun.

Ye little birds that sit and sing
Ye mariners of England

You spotted snakes with double tongue

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