Seventeenth Century Poetry: An Anthology |
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The thirst , that from the soul doth rise , Doth ask a drink divine : But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I sent thee , late , a rosy wreath , Not so much honouring thee , As giving it a hope , that there ...
The thirst , that from the soul doth rise , Doth ask a drink divine : But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I sent thee , late , a rosy wreath , Not so much honouring thee , As giving it a hope , that there ...
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... climbing , shakes his dewy wings ; He takes this window for the East , And to implore your light , he sings , Awake ! Awake ! The morn will never rise , I14 SIR WILLIAM D'AVENANT To a Mistress dying Song: “The lark now leaves"
... climbing , shakes his dewy wings ; He takes this window for the East , And to implore your light , he sings , Awake ! Awake ! The morn will never rise , I14 SIR WILLIAM D'AVENANT To a Mistress dying Song: “The lark now leaves"
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Among the beds of lilies , I Have sought it oft , where it should lie ; Yet could not , till itself would rise , Find it , although before mine eyes . For , in the flaxen lilies ' shade , It like a bank of lilies laid .
Among the beds of lilies , I Have sought it oft , where it should lie ; Yet could not , till itself would rise , Find it , although before mine eyes . For , in the flaxen lilies ' shade , It like a bank of lilies laid .
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