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... lover . Anne was attended by the poet's sister Margaret , on the scaffold , and , with a smile of farewell tenderness , gave to her a little prayer - book , set in gold , enamelled black , which she long preserved as a precious relic ...
... lover . Anne was attended by the poet's sister Margaret , on the scaffold , and , with a smile of farewell tenderness , gave to her a little prayer - book , set in gold , enamelled black , which she long preserved as a precious relic ...
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... Lover for Shamefastness Hideth his Desire within his Faithful Heart The Lover Forsaketh his Unkind Love . 13 The Lover Waxeth Wiser and will not Die for Affection The Abused Lover Seeth his Folly and Intendeth to Trust The Lover ...
... Lover for Shamefastness Hideth his Desire within his Faithful Heart The Lover Forsaketh his Unkind Love . 13 The Lover Waxeth Wiser and will not Die for Affection The Abused Lover Seeth his Folly and Intendeth to Trust The Lover ...
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... LOVER. PAGE ODES . The Lover Complaineth the Unkindness of his Love . 24 The Lover Rejoiceth the Enjoy- ing of his Love . 26 The Lover Sheweth how he is Forsaken of such as he Some- time Enjoyed 27 The Lover to his Bed , with De ...
... LOVER. PAGE ODES . The Lover Complaineth the Unkindness of his Love . 24 The Lover Rejoiceth the Enjoy- ing of his Love . 26 The Lover Sheweth how he is Forsaken of such as he Some- time Enjoyed 27 The Lover to his Bed , with De ...
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... Lover Counselleth 81 The Lover having Broken his Happiness , Contenteth him- self with only Pity . That Time , Humbleness , and Prayer , can Soften Every- thing save his Lady's Heart That Unkindness hath Slain his Poor True Heart that ...
... Lover Counselleth 81 The Lover having Broken his Happiness , Contenteth him- self with only Pity . That Time , Humbleness , and Prayer , can Soften Every- thing save his Lady's Heart That Unkindness hath Slain his Poor True Heart that ...
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... Lover's Suit , he Resolveth to Forsake her The Absent Lover Findeth all his Pains Redoubled He Seeketh Comfort in Patience Of the Power of Love over the Yielden Lover PAGE 127 PAGE 128 129 129 Of his Love that Pricked her Finger with a ...
... Lover's Suit , he Resolveth to Forsake her The Absent Lover Findeth all his Pains Redoubled He Seeketh Comfort in Patience Of the Power of Love over the Yielden Lover PAGE 127 PAGE 128 129 129 Of his Love that Pricked her Finger with a ...
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aileth Anne Boleyn art thou assign'd blind breast Busiris cause CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cruel dark dear death deed desert desire despair disdain divine dost dread Earl of Essex earth EDWARD YOUNG eternal evermore eyes fair faith fate fault fear feel feign fire flame fleeth Forget Fortune Gainward glory gold grace grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven hope immortal Lady live look Lord Lorenzo love for love LOVER lust Lute mercy mind never Night Thoughts nought o'er offence pain Patience pity plain pleasant pleasure praise say nay seek sighs sight sing Sir Thomas Wyatt smart smile song sore sorrow soul steadfast sure tears thee thine thing Thou shalt Thy majesty thyself trust truth unkind unto waste wealth weens Whereby whereof wind wise withouten woful words wretched Wyatt ye list Young
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Página 10 - Unanxious for ourselves, and only wish As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Página 27 - That sometime they have put themselves in danger To take bread at my hand; and now they range, Busily seeking with a continual change. Thanked be fortune, it hath been otherwise Twenty times better; but once...
Página xxvi - Silence and darkness ! solemn sisters! twins From ancient night, who nurse the tender thought! To reason, and on reason build resolve (That column of true majesty in man,) Assist me : I will thank you in the grave ; The grave, your kingdom : there this frame shall fall A victim sacred to your dreary shrine.
Página xxvi - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause, An awful pause ! prophetic of her end.
Página 24 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Página 2 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust ? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptur'd or alarm'd, At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Página 10 - Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread : But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where past the shaft no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains, The parted wave no furrow from the keel, So dies in human hearts the thought of death : E'en with the tender tear which Nature sheds O'er those we love, we drop it in their grave.
Página xxviii - What can preserve my life ? or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there.
Página 208 - Prayer ardent opens heaven, lets down a stream Of glory on the consecrated hour Of man, in audience with the Deity.
Página 16 - I am of them that furthest come behind. Yet may I by no means my wearied mind Draw from the deer ; but as she fleeth afore, Fainting I follow : I leave off therefore, Since in a net I seek to hold the wind. Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt As well as I, may spend his time in vain : And graven with diamonds in letters plain, There is written her fair neck round about : " Noli me tangere ; for Caesar's I am, And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.