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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,
In peace each other greeting ;
Where now I plain
Lacking my life for liberty.
And all for lack of liberty.
And loss of life for liberty.
Grant me but life and liberty.
And let me die ;
SIR THOMAS WYATT.
Such be your gentle motion,
Till life's last pulse shall beat ;
Float on, in joy, to meet
JOHN G. C. BRAINARD.
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean ; The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
All things by a law divine
Why not I with thine ?
See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
If it disdained its brother;
And the moonbeams kiss the sea :-
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.
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.
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
Lest I be sick with seeing ;
Lest shame destroy their being.
I SAW TWO CLOUDS AT MORNING.
I saw two clouds at morning,
Tinged by the rising sun,
And mingled into one ;
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.
SWEET, BE NOT PROUD. SWEET, be not proud of those two eyes, Which starlike sparkle in their skies ; . Nor be you proud that you can see All hearts your captives, yours yet free. Be you not proud of that rich hair, Which wantons with the lovesick air; Whenas that ruby which you wear, Sunk from the tip of your soft ear, Will last to be a precious stone When all your world of beauty 's gone.
GREEN GROW THE RASHES O!
GREEx grow the rashes 0,
Green grow the rashes (); The sweetest hours that e'er I spend
Are spent amang the lasses 0.
There's naught but care on ev'ry han',
In every hour that passes 0); What signifies the life o' man,
An' 't were na for the lasses 0 ?
The warly race may riches chase,
An' riches still may fly them 0); An' though at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them 0.
Martha soon did it resign
Beauteous Catharine gave place
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 both I obeyed.
A mighty tyrant she !
Had not Rebecca set me free.
But soon those pleasures fled ;
And Judith reigned in her stead.
Wondrous beautiful her face !
And so Susanna took her place.
And the artillery of her eye,
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 :
Bless me from such an anarchy !
Then Joan, and Jane, and Andria ;
And then a long et cætera.
But I will briefer with them be,
An higher and a nobler strain
Fain would I love, but that I fear
The fair one she's a mark to all,
DR. R. HUGHES.
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 — no more. - 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.
WISHES FOR THE SUPPOSED MISTRESS.
WHOE'Er she be,
Where'er she lie,
Till that ripe birth
I wish her beauty
RIVALRY IN LOVE.
Something more than
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 !
Afflictions easier grow;
Companions of our woe.
A face that's best
Nature did her so much right
As she scorns the help of art.
As e'er yet embraced a heart.
To make known how much she hath;. And her anger flames no higher
Than may fitly sweeten wrath.
And her virtues grace her birth;
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 ;
That she be but somewhat young;
LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG.
ORIGINALLY PRINTED IN 1569.
Burneth soon to waste.
Fadeth not in haste.
For I fear the end.
To be steadfast, friend.
While that life endures;
This my love assures.
I will it restore.
Never can rebel :
But a smooth and steadfast mind
Gentle thoughts, and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined,
Kindle never-dying fires :Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes.
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.