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Page 161 - By all the heav'ns thou hast in him, Fair sister of the seraphim! By all of him we have in thee, Leave nothing of myself in me: Let me so read thy life that I Unto all life of mine may die.
Page 206 - Who now reads Cowley ? if he pleases yet, His moral pleases, not his pointed wit : Forgot his epic, nay Pindaric art, But still I love the language of his heart.
Page 158 - Steps to the Temple," " Sacred Poems, with other Delights of the Muses," and "Poemata,"
Page 198 - The very Honey of all earthly joy Does of all meats the soonest cloy, And they (methinks) deserve my pity, Who for it can endure the stings, The crowd, and buzz, and murmurings 10 Of this great hive, the city. Ah, yet, ere I descend to th...
Page 203 - Rather than thus our wills too strong for it. His faith perhaps in some nice tenets might Be wrong ; his life, I'm sure, was in the right...
Page 170 - From a fore-spent night of sorrow: Days that in spite Of darkness, by the light Of a clear mind are day all night. Nights, sweet as they, Made short by lovers' play, Life that dares send A challenge to his end, And when it comes, say,
Page 199 - I descend to th' grave May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, and many books, both true, Both wise, and both delightful too! And since love ne'er will from me flee, A mistress moderately fair, And good as guardian-angels are, Only beloved, and loving me.
Page 201 - Ye fields of Cambridge, our dear Cambridge, say Have ye not seen us walking every day ? Was there a tree about which did not know The love betwixt us two ? Henceforth, ye gentle trees, for ever fade; Or your sad branches thicker join, And into darkesome shades combine, Dark as the grave wherein my friend is laid ! Henceforth, no learned youths beneath you sing, Till all the tuneful birds to...
Page 49 - Come, come, my lord, untie your folded thoughts, And let them dangle loose, as a bride's hair.
Page 130 - WHEN HE WOULD HAVE HIS VERSES READ. In sober mornings, do not thou rehearse The holy incantation of a verse ; But when that men have both well drunk, and fed, Let my enchantments then be sung or read. When laurel spirts i...