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I thought that morning cloud was blessed, It moved so sweetly to the west.

I saw two summer currents

Flow smoothly to their meeting,
And join their course, with silent force,

In peace each other greeting ;
Calm was their course through banks of green,
While dimpling eddies played between.

Such be your gentle motion,

Till life's last pulse shall beat ;
Like summer's beam, and summer's stream,

Float on, in joy, to meet
A calmer sea, where storms shall cease,
A purer sky, where all is peace.



The fountains mingle with the river,

And the rivers with the ocean ; The winds of heaven mix forever,

With a sweet emotion ;
Nothing in the world is single;

All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle :

Why not I with thine ?

See! the mountains kiss high heaven,

And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower would be forgiven

If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,

And the moonbeams kiss the sea :What are all these kissings worth,

If thou kiss not me?



Ah! do not wanton with those eyes,

Lest I be sick with seeing ;
Nor cast them down, but let them rise,

Lest shame destroy their being.
Ah ! be not angry with those fires,

For then their threats will kill me ; Nor look too kind on my desires,

For then my hopes will spill me. Ah ! do not steep them in thy tears,

For so will sorrow slay me; Nor spread them as distraught with fears, Mine own enough betray me.


Where now I plain
Alas ! in vain,

Lacking my life for liberty.
For without th' one,
Th' other is gone,
And there can none

It remedy ;
If th' one be past,
Th' other doth waste,

And all for lack of liberty.
And so I drive,
As yet alive,
Although I strive

With misery;
Drawing my breath,
Looking for death,

And loss of life for liberty.
But thou that still,
May'st at thy will,
Turn all this ill

For the repair,
Of my welfare,

Grant me but life and liberty.

And if not so,
Then let all go
To wretched woe,

And let me die;
For th' one or th' other,
There is none other ;
My death, or life with liberty.


MY TRUE-LOVE HATH MY HEART. My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,

By just exchange one to the other given : I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,

There never was a better bargain driven : My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.

His heart in me keeps him and me in one ;
My heart in him his thoughts and senses

guides : He loves my heart, for once it was his own;

I cherish his because in me it bides : My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.



I saw two clouds at morning,

Tinged by the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated on,

And mingled into one ;

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Martha soon did it resign
To the beauteous Catharine.

Beauteous Catharine gave place
(Though loath and angry she to part
With the possession of my heart)

To Eliza's conquering face. Eliza till this hour might reign, Had she not evil counsels ta'en ;

Fundamental laws she broke, And still new favorites she chose, Till up in arms my passions rose,

And cast away her yoke. Mary then, and gentle Anne, Both to reign at once began ;

Alternately they swayed ;
And sometimes Mary was the fair,
And sometimes Anne the crown did wear,

And sometimes both I obeyed.
Another Mary then arose,
And did rigorous laws impose ;

A mighty tyrant she !
Long, alas ! should I have been
Under that iron-sceptred queen,

Had not Rebecca set me free.
When fair Rebecca set me free,
'T was then a golden time with me :

But soon those pleasures tied ;
For the gracious princess died
In her youth and beauty's pride,

And Judith reignéd in her stead.
One month, three days, and half an hour,
Judith held the sovereign power :

Wondrous beautiful her face !
But so weak and small her wit,
That she to govern was unfit,

And so Susanna took her place.
But when Isabella came,
Armed with a resistless flame,

And the artillery of her eye,
Whilst she proudly marched about,
Greater conquests to find out,

She beat out Susan, by the by. But in her place I then obeyed Black-eyed Bess, her viceroy-maid,

To whom ensued a vacancy : Thousand worse passions then possessed The interregnum of my breast;

Bless me from such an anarchy !
Gentle Henrietta then,
And a third Mary next began;

Then Joan, and Jane, and Andria;
And then a pretty Thomasine,
And then another Catharine,

And then a long et cætera.

Gie me a canny hour at e'en,

My arms about my dearie 0, An' warly cares an' warly men

May all gae tapsalteerie 0.

For you sae douce, ye sneer at this,

Ye're naught but senseless asses 0 ! The wisest man the warl' e'er saw

He dearly lo'ed the lasses 0.

Auld Nature swears the lovely dears

Her noblest work she classes () : Her 'prentice han' she tried on man,

An' then she made the lasses 0.



MARGARITA first possessed,
If I remember well, my breast,

Margarita first of all ;
But when awhile the wanton maid
With my restless heart had played,

Martha took the flying ball.

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A face made up Out of no other shop Than what Nature's white hand sets ope. Sydneian showers Of sweet discourse, whose powers Can crown old Winter's head with flowers. Whate'er delight Can make day's forehead bright Or give down to the wings of night. Soft silken hours, Open suns, shady bowers ; 'Bove all, nothing within that lowers. Days, that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore-spent night of sorrow : Days, that in spite Of darkness, by the light Of a clear mind are day all night. Life, that dares send A challenge to his end, And when it comes, say, “Welcome, friend." I wish her store Of worth may leave her poor Of wishes ; and I wish - Now, if Time knows That Her, whose radiant brows Weave them a garland of my vows; Her that dares be What these lines wish to see : I seek no further, it is She. 'T is She, and here Lo ! I unclothe and clear My wishes' cloudy character. Such worth as this is Shall fix my flying wishes, And determine them to kisses. Let her full glory, My fancies, fly before ye ; Be ye my fictions :— but her story.

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Of all the torments, all the cares,

With which our lives are curst ;
Of all the plagues a lover bears,

Sure rivals are the worst !
By partners in each other kind,

Afflictions easier grow ;
In love alone we hate to find

Companions of our woe.

A face that's best
By its own beauty drest,
And can alone command the rest :

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Nature did her so much right

As she scorns the help of art.
In as many virtues dight

As e'er yet embraced a heart.
So much good so truly tried,
Some for less were deified.
Wit she hath, without desier

To make known how much she hath ; And her anger flames no higher

Than may fitly sweeten wrath.
Full of pity as may be,
Though perhaps not so to me.
Reason masters every sense,

And her virtues grace her birth;
Lovely as all excellence,

Modest in her most of mirth. Likelihood enough to prove Only worth could kindle love. Such she is; and if you know

Such a one as I have sung ;
Be she brown, or fair, or so

That she be but somewhat young ;
Be assured 't is she, or none,
That I love, and love alone.

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Love me little, love me long !
Is the burden of my song:
Love that is too hot and strong

Burneth soon to waste.
Still I would not have thee cold,
Not too backward, nor too bold ;
Love that lasteth till 't is old

Fadeth not in haste.
Love me little, love me long !
Is the burden of my song.
If thou lovest me too much,
'T will not prove as true a touch ;
Love me little more than such,

For I fear the end.
I 'm with little well content,
And a little from thee sent
Is enough, with truc intent

To be steadfast, friend.
Say thou lovest me, while thou live
I to thee my love will give,
Never dreaming to deceive

While that life endures;
Nay, and after death, in sooth,
I to thee will keep my truth,
As now when in my May of youth :

This my love assures.
Constant love is moderate ever,
And it will through life persever;
Give me that with true endeavor,

I will it restore.
A suit of durance let it be,
For all weathers,

that for me,
For the land or for the sea :

Lasting evermore.
Winter's cold or summer's heat,
Autumn's tempests on it beat ;
It can never know defeat,

Never can rebel :
Such the love that I would gain,
Such the love, I tell thee plain,
Thou must give, or woo in vain :

So to thec - farewell!



SHALL I love you like the wind, love,

That is so fierce and strong,
That sweeps all barriers from its path

And recks not right or wrong?
The passion of the wind, love,

Can never last for long.


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