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But my Sun's heavenly eyes View not your weeping , That now lies sleeping
Softly , now softly lies , Sleeping Sleep is a reconciling , A rest that peace begets :
' oth not the sun rise smiling , When fair at even he sets ? -Rest you , then , rest ,
sad ...
But my Sun's heavenly eyes View not your weeping , That now lies sleeping
Softly , now softly lies , Sleeping Sleep is a reconciling , A rest that peace begets :
' oth not the sun rise smiling , When fair at even he sets ? -Rest you , then , rest ,
sad ...
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... Bare ruin'd choirs , where late the sweet birds sang : In me thou see'st the
twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west , Which by and by black
night doth take away , Death's second self , that seals up all in rest : In me thou
see'st ...
... Bare ruin'd choirs , where late the sweet birds sang : In me thou see'st the
twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west , Which by and by black
night doth take away , Death's second self , that seals up all in rest : In me thou
see'st ...
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LIX O CRUDELIS AMOR When thou must home to shades of underground , And
there arrived , a new admired guest , The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round ,
White Iopé , blithe Helen , and the rest , To hear the stories of thy finish'd love ...
LIX O CRUDELIS AMOR When thou must home to shades of underground , And
there arrived , a new admired guest , The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round ,
White Iopé , blithe Helen , and the rest , To hear the stories of thy finish'd love ...
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Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses
are his daily feast , And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah ! wanton , will ye ? And if I
sleep , then percheth he With pretty flight , And makes his pillow of my knee The ...
Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses
are his daily feast , And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah ! wanton , will ye ? And if I
sleep , then percheth he With pretty flight , And makes his pillow of my knee The ...
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So ended she ; and all the rest around To her redoubled that her undersong ,
Which said their bridal day should not be long : And gentle Echo from the
neighbour ground Their accents did resound . So forth those joyous birds did
pass along ...
So ended she ; and all the rest around To her redoubled that her undersong ,
Which said their bridal day should not be long : And gentle Echo from the
neighbour ground Their accents did resound . So forth those joyous birds did
pass along ...
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Пользовательский отзыв - PollyMoore3 - LibraryThingAn updated version including some more modern poems. Among many favourites, it includes Ben Jonson's “Hymn to Diana”, one of the most perfect lyrics in the English language (you can recite it to the moon, and I have been known to), and “It is not growing like a tree”. Читать весь отзыв
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Пользовательский отзыв - chibitika - LibraryThingEnglish poetry from the 1500's through the 1800's. Dedicated to Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate of Great Britain and Ireland from 1850-1892. It has end notes with lots of extra information, an index of ... Читать весь отзыв
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