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id: 15448
title: Elizabethan Sonnet Cycles: Idea, Fidesa and Chloris
author: Drayton, Michael
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  Love from mine eye a tear shall never wring; Time hath thy beauty which with age will leave thee. Which my heart lightened by thy love doth see. Think''st thou my love shall in those rags be drest So mayst thou live to thy fair mother''s joy; Groaning both day and night doth tear my heart, But sith thy love doth turn unto my pain, Kindle thy coals of love about her heart, Thy bed if thou rest well, must be her heart; She shall be Love, and thou a foolish boy, Who loves thee better than his own heart dear. Of life bereft thy loving Phillis fair, My love, I cannot thy rare beauties place Who loved thee dear, yet lived in thy disgrace. Nor of thy paps where Love himself doth dwell, But of thy heart too cruel I thee tell, But of thy heart too cruel I thee tell,


id: 18842
title: Elizabethan Sonnet-Cycles: Delia - Diana
author: Constable, Henry
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  Delia, my heart hath learned out of those eyes. Reignin my thoughts, fair hand, sweet eye, rare voice! Whilst by thy eyes pursued, my poor heart flew I in my love, or thou in thy disdain. I fear your eye hath turned your heart to flint. My faith shall wax when thou art in thy waning. Thee and thy love forlorn, and both disdains, Suffice, they show I lived and loved thee, dear. Mine humble heart, so with thy heavenly eye Fly low, dear love, thy sun dost thou not see? So love, too weak by force thy heart to taint, When first mine eyes did with thy beauty joy, Unto thine eyes a true heart love-torn lay I: Yet as thou turned thy chaste fair eye aside, Thou of a world of hearts in time shall be Yet when thou see''st thy hurts to wound my heart,


id: 18841
title: Elizabethan Sonnet Cycles: Phillis - Licia
author: Fletcher, Giles
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  Had power sweet tears from your fair eyes to hail; To my love''s queen, that hath my heart in keep, Hath life, death, love and all in her procurance. Love in thine eyes doth build his bower, Love works thy heart within his fire, The live-long night thy love within thine arms, My love-sick heart through those assaulting eyes, All like the eye that life and love affords. Tend thou thy flocks; let tyrant love attaint Ah shall I love your sight, bright shining eyes? My love doth serve for fire, my heart the furnace is, Live but, fair love, and banish thy disease, And love, kind heart, both where and whom thou please. Thus must I love, sweet fair, until I die, Make thou thy love with me for to be slain, Thy love, fair nymph, that courts thee on this plain, Thus eyes and thoughts, that fairest fair, my love,


id: 1041
title: Shakespeare''s Sonnets
author: Shakespeare, William
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  Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest Thou art thy mother''s glass and she in thee Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee, In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill''d: Ten times thy self were happier than thou art, That thou consum''st thy self in single life? O! carve not with thy hours my love''s fair brow, For thy sweet love remember''d such wealth brings Thou art the grave where buried love doth live, I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest; Is it thy spirit that thou send''st from thee This thou perceiv''st, which makes thy love more strong, That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell; How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lov''st those In loving thee thou know''st I am forsworn,


id: 42621
title: Poems: Containing The Restropect, Odes, Elegies, Sonnets, &c.
author: Lovell, Robert
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  True, thou art fallen: thy day of glory past, Thy memory still in Bion''s breast shall dwell: Since from thy scenes in youth I joy''d to part! I know thine aweful mien, thy beaming eye; O, cold of heart, shall pride assail thy shade, How loves the mind to muse o''er long-past hours, Shall cheer the hour of age, when fainter beam Still will the eye of fancy paint thy charms, ''Tis that soft charm thy minstrel''s heart has won, And mark thy lovely form, wild waving hair, Charms thy soft downcast mein and tear-dew''d eye. The sons of soul shall make thy laws their own, Then shall thy sorrow and repentance prove, Freedom yet thy force shall brave, When death shall lay that arm in peace, Still shall the nations fear thy nod, The vanquish''d ODIN, Rome, shall cause thy fall, "But never, MOSES, shall thy feet


