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I thought that morning cloud was blessed, It moved so sweetly to the west.
I saw two summer currents
Flow smoothly to their meeting,
In peace each other greeting ;
Such be your gentle motion,
Till life's last pulse shall beat ;
Float on, in joy, to meet
JOHN G. C. BRAINAKD.
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean ; The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion ;
All things by a law divine
Why not I with thine ?
See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the moonbeams kiss the sea :What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.
Ah! do not wanton with those eyes,
Lest I be sick with seeing ;
Lest shame destroy their being.
For then their threats will kill me ; Nor look too kind on my desires,
For then my hopes will spill me. Ah ! do not steep them in thy tears,
For so will sorrow slay me; Nor spread them as distraught with fears, Mine own enough betray me.
Where now I plain
Lacking my life for liberty.
It remedy ;
And all for lack of liberty.
And loss of life for liberty.
Grant me but life and liberty.
And if not so,
And let me die;
SIR THOMAS WYATT.
MY TRUE-LOVE HATH MY HEART. My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange one to the other given : I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven : My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.
His heart in me keeps him and me in one ;
guides : He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
I cherish his because in me it bides : My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
I SAW TWO CLOUDS AT MORNING.
I saw two clouds at morning,
Tinged by the rising sun,
And mingled into one ;
Martha soon did it resign
Beauteous Catharine gave place
To Eliza's conquering face. Eliza till this hour might reign, Had she not evil counsels ta'en ;
Fundamental laws she broke, And still new favorites she chose, Till up in arms my passions rose,
And cast away her yoke. Mary then, and gentle Anne, Both to reign at once began ;
Alternately they swayed ;
And sometimes both I obeyed.
A mighty tyrant she !
Had not Rebecca set me free.
But soon those pleasures fled ;
And Judith reigned in her stead.
Wondrous beautiful her face !
And so Susanna took her place.
And the artillery of her eye,
She beat out Susan, by the by. But in her place I then obeyed Black-eyed Bess, her viceroy-maid,
To whom ensued a vacancy :
Bless me from such an anarchy!
Then Joan, and Jane, and Andria;
And then a long et cætera.
Gie me a canny hour at e'en,
My arms about my dearie 0, An' warly cares an' warly men
May all gae tapsalteerie 0.
For you sae douce, ye sneer at this,
Ye 're naught but senseless asses 0 ! The wisest man the warl' e'er saw
He dearly lo'ed the lasses 0.
Auld Nature swears the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes 0: Her 'prentice han' she tried on man,
An' then she made the lasses 0.
MARGARITA first possessed,
Margarita first of all ;
Martha took the flying ball.
A face made up Out of no other shop Than what Nature's white hand sets ope. Sydneian showers Of sweet discourse, whose powers Can crown old Winter's head with flowers. Whate'er delight Can make day's forehead bright Or give down to the wings of night. Soft silken hours, Open suns, shady bowers ; 'Bove all, nothing within that lowers. Days, that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore-spent night of sorrow : Days, that in spite Of darkness, by the light Of a clear mind are day all night. Life, that dares send A challenge to his end, And when it comes, say, “Welcome, friend." I wish her store Of worth may leave her poor Of wishes ; and I wish - Now, if Time knows That Her, whose radiant brows Weave them a garland of my vows; Her that dares be What these lines wish to see : I seek no further, it is She. 'T is She, and here Lo ! I unclothe and clear My wishes' cloudy character. Such worth as this is Shall fix my flying wishes, And determine them to kisses. Let her full glory, My fancies, fly before ye ; Be ye my fictions :— but her story.
RIVALRY IN LOVE.
Of all the torments, all the cares,
With which our lives are curst ;
Sure rivals are the worst !
Afflictions easier grow ;
Companions of our woe.
A face that's best
Nature did her so much right
As she scorns the help of art.
As e'er yet embraced a heart.
To make known how much she hath ; And her anger flames no higher
Than may fitly sweeten wrath.
And her virtues grace her birth;
Modest in her most of mirth. Likelihood enough to prove Only worth could kindle love. Such she is; and if you know
Such a one as I have sung ;
That she be but somewhat young ;
LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG.
ORIGINALLY PRINTED IN 1569.
Love me little, love me long !
Burneth soon to waste.
Fadeth not in haste.
For I fear the end.
To be steadfast, friend.
While that life endures;
This my love assures.
I will it restore.
that for me,
Never can rebel :
So to thec - farewell!
SHALL I love you like the wind, love,
That is so fierce and strong,
And recks not right or wrong?
Can never last for long.