Ah me! the blooming pride of May
Ah, my deare God! though I am clean forgot
Ah, poore Love, whi dost thou live
Ah, yet, ere I descend to th' grave

A kind of knack at rhyme.

All men think all men mortal but themselves

All one desert, desolate and grey

All that sweetness, all that youth

All worldly joyes go lesse

Along the brooks the crimson-spotted fry
Along the milky way by many a star.

A name Which bids defiance to all sense of shame.

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And art thou grieved, sweet and sacred Dove
And ever as they mount, like larks they sing
And glittering temples of the hostile gods
And scatters day

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And what Timotheus was is Dryden now

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And yet as if some deep hate and dissent

And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath
An ecstasy, too big to be suppressed
Another Savage to be starved in me
An undevout astronomer is mad

A pleasing land of drowsy head it was

A prison with a milder name

A pure seed-pearl of infant dew.

A ringlet of her hair .

A rosebud born in snow

Around the steel no tortur'd worm shall twine
Around the walls are heroes, lovers, kings

A salmon's belly, Helluo, was thy fate

A silver stream shall roll his waters near

Ask with painful shyness, and refused .
A skylark wounded on the wing.

As with soft accents round her neck he clings
A tender shepherdess, whose hair

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At every turn she made a little stand .

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At heart's desire

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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still

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Beauty clear and fair

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Before that sinne turn'd flesh to stone

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Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law
Beneath an ancient bridge, the straiten'd flood
Be thine own palace, or the world's thy gaol
Bid me to live, and I will live

Bind the sea to slumber stilly

Bless'd be the great! for those they take away
Blest place of my nativity.

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But oh! what storm was in that mind! what strife
But who the melodies of morn can tell?

Call, and I'll come; say Thou the when and where
Can a woman's tender care

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Catching the sense at two removes

Caught and caged, and starved to death

Cease, eager Muse; peace, pen; for my sake stay
Chaste as th' air whither she 's fled
Cheer up, my mates, the wind does fairly blow

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Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry

Christ's gallant humbleness

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Clever Tom Clinch, while the rabble was bawling.
Come thou, who art the wine and wit
Come unto these yellow sands

Comming to kisse her lyps-such grace I found

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Dare The toilette's sacred mysteries declare.
Dear love, for nothing less than thee

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Dear Night! this world's defeat

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Death, be not proud, though some have called thee

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Delightful Wyoming! beneath thy skies

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Denied the charity of dust, to spread .

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Difficult is the penance, yet I'll strive.
Divinest Spenser, heav'n-bred, happy Muse!
Doth by Huntingdon and Cambridge flit
Doth she chide thee? 'Tis to shew it.

Doubt wisely; in strange way

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Down on the deck he laid himself, and died.
Drink on't even till we weep

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Drink to me, only with thine eyes

Each seem'd to act that part he came to see
Earth-born, bloodless, undecaying

E'en in the spring and playtime of the year
Emelye, that fairer was to sene .

Endless pillows rose to prop the head .

Entertains a lovely guest

Eurus waves his murky wings

Even undemanded by a sign or sound

Every truant knew