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Black beamy hairs, which so seem t… From the extraction of those eyes, That into you she destin-like doth… The beams she spares, what time he… And by those hallowed fires,
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…
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…
Dear, when I did from you remove, I left my joy, but not my love: That never can depart. It neither higher can ascend, Nor lower bend ;
BLACK eyes if you seem dark, It is because your beams are deep, And with your soul united keep: Who could discern Enough into them, there might lear…
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…
Breaking from under that thy cloud… Open and shine yet more, shine out… Thou glorious golden-beam-darting… Even till my wonder-stricken sense… Shoot out in light and shine those…
Exalted Mind! whose Character dot… The first Idea of Perfection, whe… Adam’s came, and stands so, how ca… In words? that only tell what here… Tofore hath been; thou need’st as…
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…
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…
Come hither Womankind and all the… Give me thy kisses as I call them… Give me the billig-kiss, that of t… A kiss of love; The melting-kiss, a kiss that doth…
’Twas not enough, Ben Johnson, to… Of English Poets best, but to hav… In greater state, to their acquain… So equal to himself and thee, that… Might be thy second, while thy Gl…
Madam, though I am one of those That every Spring use to compose, That is, add feet unto round Pros… Yet you further art disclose, And can, as every body knows,
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…
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…