English Poetry (1170-1892)Ginn, 1907 - 580 pages |
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Page 96
... wings of thy high - flying mind , 135 Mount up aloft through heavenly contemplation From this dark world , whose damps the soul do blind , And , like the native brood of eagle's kind , 1 adorn 3 2 qualities none the more On that bright ...
... wings of thy high - flying mind , 135 Mount up aloft through heavenly contemplation From this dark world , whose damps the soul do blind , And , like the native brood of eagle's kind , 1 adorn 3 2 qualities none the more On that bright ...
Page 107
... and twice so fair , As fair as any may be ; 5 Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings , The morn not waking till she sings . Thy love is fair for thee alone , And for no other lady . EN . My love is fair , my love is JOHN LYLY 107.
... and twice so fair , As fair as any may be ; 5 Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings , The morn not waking till she sings . Thy love is fair for thee alone , And for no other lady . EN . My love is fair , my love is JOHN LYLY 107.
Page 113
... wings can fly ? Noble , ignoble , Fate controls . Once born , the best must die . Go home , and set thy housewifery ... wing'd there , but did run With all her bulk , and bodies of her men , To utter ruin . For the seas retain Not only ...
... wings can fly ? Noble , ignoble , Fate controls . Once born , the best must die . Go home , and set thy housewifery ... wing'd there , but did run With all her bulk , and bodies of her men , To utter ruin . For the seas retain Not only ...
Page 115
... wings to waft us , and so urged our keel . But having reach'd this isle , we could not feel The least gasp of it , it was stricken dead , And all the sea in prostrate slumber spread : The Sirens ' devil charm'd all . Up then flew My ...
... wings to waft us , and so urged our keel . But having reach'd this isle , we could not feel The least gasp of it , it was stricken dead , And all the sea in prostrate slumber spread : The Sirens ' devil charm'd all . Up then flew My ...
Page 130
... wings he plays with me , Now with his feet . Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast , And yet he robs me of my rest . Ah , wanton , will ye ? And if I sleep , then percheth ...
... wings he plays with me , Now with his feet . Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast , And yet he robs me of my rest . Ah , wanton , will ye ? And if I sleep , then percheth ...
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