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الصفحة 61 - When Love with unconfine'd wings Hovers within my Gates ; And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates : When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye ; The Birds, that wanton in the Air, Know no such Liberty.
الصفحة 2 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.
الصفحة 1 - TO LUCASTA GOING BEYOND THE SEAS IF to be absent were to be Away from thee ; Or that when I am gone, You or I were alone ; Then, my Lucasta, might I crave Pity from blust'ring wind or swallowing wave.
الصفحة 22 - Thou best of men and friends! We will create A genuine summer in each other's breast; And spite of this cold time and frozen fate Thaw us a warm seat to our rest.
الصفحة 2 - I'll not sigh one blast or gale To swell my sail, Or pay a tear to 'suage The foaming blow-god's rage; For whether he will let me pass Or no, I'm still as happy as I was. Though seas and land betwixt us both, Our faith and troth, Like separated souls, All time and space controls; \/ Above the highest sphere we meet, Unseen, unknown, and greet as angels greet. So then we do anticipate Our after-fate, And are alive i...
الصفحة 62 - With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, mercy, majesty, And glories of my King; When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how great should be, Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
الصفحة 9 - The floor lay paved with broken hearts. So did she move; so did she sing Like the harmonious spheres that bring Unto their rounds their music's aid; Which she performed such a way As all th' enamoured world will say, The Graces danced, and Apollo played.
الصفحة xx - infection of our times. That candid Age no other way could tell / To be ingenious, but by speaking well. Who best could prayse, had then the greatest prayse, Twas more...