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Uncessant Minutes, whil’st you mo… The time that tells our life, whic… Never so fast or farr, you’r new b… Short steps shall overtake; for th… May scape his own Account, it sha…
Thus ends my Love, but this doth… That so it ends, but that ends too… Besides the Wishes, hopes and tim… Troubles my mind awhile, that I a… Free, worse then denied: I can ne…
Thou Black, wherein all colours a… And unto which they all at last re… Thou colour of the Sun where it d… And shadow, where it cools, in the… Whatever nature can, or hath dispo…
Fatal Aspect ! that hast an Influ… More powerful far than those Immo… That but incline the Will and mov… Which thou alone contrain'st, kind… Of such an holy force, as more ins…
Now that the April of your youth… The garden of your face; Now that for you each knowing love… And all seek to your grace; Do nor repay affection with scorns…
WHEN our rude and unfashion’d wo… A being in their elements enjoy’d, Senseless and void, Come at last to be formed by thy t… And from thy breath receive that l…
Deep sighs, records of my unpitied… Memorials of my true though hopele… Keep time with my sad thoughts, ti… My long despairs for vain and caus… Yet if such hap never to you befal…
MUST I then see, alas! eternal n… Sitting upon those fairest eyes, And closing all those beams, which… So radiant and bright, That light and heat in them to us…
I SING her worth and praises, I… Of whom a Poet cannot lie. The little World the Great shall… Sea, Earth, her Body ; Heaven, h… Her Hair, Sunbeams, whofe every p…
I SAY, ’tis hard to write Satire… Great’ned in his long course, and… Be now like to a Deluge, yet, as… ’Tis doubtful in his original. Th… We may thus much on either part pr…
Must he be ever dead? Cannot we a… Another life unto that Prince tha… Our souls laid up in him? Could n… Now when he left us, make that bod… After his death one Age? And keep…
Uncessant Minutes, whil’st you mo… The time that tells our life, whi… Never so fast or farr, you’r new… Short steps shall overtake; for t… May scape his own Account, it sha…
Having interred her infant-birth, The watery ground that late did mo… Was strewed with flowers for the r… Of the wished bridegroom of the ea… The well-accorded birds did sing
Black beauty, which above that com… Whose Power can no colours here r… But those which darkness can again… Do’st still remain unvary’d to the… And like an object equal to the vi…
Regardful Pretence! whose fix’d M… Darts Admiration on the gazing Lo… That brings it not: State sits in… Divulging forth her Laws in the f… Of thy Commandements, which none…