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In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors note; But ’tis my heart that loves what they despise, Who in despite of view is pleased to dote. Nor are mine cars…
Orpheus with his lute made trees And the mountain tops that freeze Bow themselves when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard…
IT was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o’er the green corn-field did pass, In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a…
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy; But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell, Pointing…
WHO is Silvia? What is she? That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she; The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives…
Enobarbus describes Queen Cleopatra Enobarbus: I will tell you. The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d throne, Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were lovesick with them;…
Nature is so near: the rooks in the college garden Like agile babies still speak the language of feeling; By the tower the river still runs to the sea and will run, And the stones in that tower are utterly…
Love had him fast but though he fought for breath He struggled only to possess Another, The snare forgotten in the little death, Till you, the seed to which he was a mother. That never heard of love, through love…
Love by ambition Of definition Suffers partition And cannot go From yes to no For no is not love; no is no The shutting of a door The tightening jaw A conscious sorrow; And saying yes Turns love into success,…
Look there! The sunk road winding To the fortified farm. Listen! The cock’s alarm In the strange valley. Are we the stubborn athletes; Are we then to begin The run between the gin And bloody falcon? The horns…