Seventeenth Century Poetry: An Anthology |
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... The world's whole sap is sunk : The general balm th ' hydroptic earth hath drunk , Whither , as to the bed's feet , life is shrunk , Dead and interr'd ; yet all these seem to laugh , Compar'd with me , who am their epitaph .
... The world's whole sap is sunk : The general balm th ' hydroptic earth hath drunk , Whither , as to the bed's feet , life is shrunk , Dead and interr'd ; yet all these seem to laugh , Compar'd with me , who am their epitaph .
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Bitter constraint , and sad occasion dear , Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead , dead ere his prime , Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer : Who ...
Bitter constraint , and sad occasion dear , Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead , dead ere his prime , Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer : Who ...
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This past , I threw the clothes quite o'er his head , And stung with fear Of my own frailty dropp'd down many a tear Upon his bed , Then sighing whisper'd , Happy are the dead ! What peace doth Rock him asleep below ? now And yet ...
This past , I threw the clothes quite o'er his head , And stung with fear Of my own frailty dropp'd down many a tear Upon his bed , Then sighing whisper'd , Happy are the dead ! What peace doth Rock him asleep below ? now And yet ...
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beauty blood breast breath bright bring cold dark dead dear death desire doth earth Eternity eyes face fair fall fame fate fear fire flame flowers friends give glory gone grace grow hair hand happy hast hath head heart Heav'n hope hour keep kind King kiss late leave lies light live look Lord lost Love's lovers meet mind morn move Muse Nature never night o'er once peace pleasure poor praise pure rest rise rose round seas sense shade sight sing sleep Song soul Spring stand stars stay streams strong sure sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought trees true turn unto weep wind wings young