Love Poems – Page 47
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The Primrose
Ask me why I send you here / This sweet Infanta of the year? / Ask me why I send to you … -
The Funeral Rites of the Rose
The Rose was sick and smiling died; / And, being to be sanctified, / About the bed there sighing stood … -
A Meditation for his Mistress
You are a tulip seen to-day, / But, dearest, of so short a stay / That where you grew scarce man can say. … -
Delight in Disorder
A SWEET disorder in the dress / Kindles in clothes a wantonness: / A lawn about the shoulders thrown … -
The Bracelet: To Julia
Why I tie about thy wrist, / Julia, this silken twist; / For what other reason is 't … -
To Daisies, not to shut so soon
Shut not so soon; the dull-eyed night / Has not as yet begun / To make a seizure on the light, … -
The Night-piece: To Julia
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, / The shooting stars attend thee; / And the elves also, … -
To Music, to becalm his Fever
Charm me asleep, and melt me so / With thy delicious numbers, / That, being ravish'd, hence I go … -
To Dianeme
Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes / Which starlike sparkle in their skies; / Nor be you proud that you can see … -
To Oenone
What conscience, say, is it in thee, / When I a heart had one, / To take away that heart from me, …
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