Love Poems – Page 48
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The Mad Maid's Song
Good-morrow to the day so fair, / Good-morning, sir, to you; / Good-morrow to mine own torn hair … -
Comfort to a Youth that had lost his Love
What needs complaints, / When she a place / Has with the race … -
To Meadows
Ye have been fresh and green, / Ye have been fill'd with flowers, / And ye the walks have been … -
A Child's Grace
Here a little child I stand / Heaving up my either hand; / Cold as paddocks though they be, … -
Epitaph
Here she lies, a pretty bud, / Lately made of flesh and blood: / Who as soon fell fast asleep … -
Another
Here a pretty baby lies / Sung asleep with lullabies: / Pray be silent and not stir … -
His Winding-sheet
Come thou, who are the wine and wit / Of all I've writ: / The grace, the glory, and the best … -
Litany to the Holy Spirit
In the hour of my distress, / When temptations me oppress, / And when I my sins confess, … -
Respice Finem
My soul, sit thou a patient looker-on; / Judge not the play before the play is done: / Her plot hath many changes; every day … -
A Contemplation upon Flowers
Brave flowers—that I could gallant it like you, / And be as little vain! / You come abroad, and make a harmless show, …
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